Having four hands, belonging to two handsome, well-hung, nude men, running all over my body was pure bliss. They used softly scented oils on my flesh,... and I fell into an almost dreamlike state of blissful relaxation. The warmth of their hands on me soon penetrated my skin and warmed my body to the core. I could feel my nipples harden with lust and my pussy begin to soak with passion.When they began to gently roll me over from my stomach onto my back, I stopped them and stripped. I needed every. During lunch Francine and the shoppers return home. She insists on going with them. Gerry arranges for another company of the 1st Claymore to be flown to the Amarant Hospital immediately after lunch. Francine is quick to change into court dress. When they climb aboard the Blackhawk helicopter Gerry hands her a packet of sandwiches and a drink for her lunch. Although she doesn’t feel hungry she eats it in flight because she’s not prepared to argue with him. His expression brooks no argument - no. She stood up to her feet after a job well done, and I fell back on the couch exhausted. Julie checked herself out in the mirror, looked back and said, “That was incredible,” before leaving the room to go clean up. I couldn’t exactly reply in my current condition, so I looked down at my spit and cum covered dick and just smiled. I felt like I deserved a high five or something for that. Not that I did any of the work at all, but I was just proud that she was impressed with my cock, and that I did. I flash forwarded it, like I was skipping through television commercials – don't ask me how, I just did.The insertion from the helicopter. We all hit the water. Found the bomb on the support of the oil platform. The hammerhead shark hit George. Me, dragging him around underwater while we searched the other oil rig supports. The blue light of the underwater welder. The 'discussion' with the guy in the chopper about us wasting time, checking the other supports. And finally, getting the pickup.