" No problem, Lewistown, Cheyenne out." Great idea, Connie," said Junior. "Eventually, they're going to have to admit they lost. That admission is abo...ve and beyond the documents they signed."Connie said, "I need a drone ... one we can afford to lose."Mr. tower officer grinned, "It just so happens..."xXxWhen they were fueled and ready to leave Cheyenne, Wyoming, Junior set the quarter scale RC model transponder to 5150 and launched it. New drones can fly a preset route ... this one was set to. If you accept, we'll spend a couple of days teaching you. It's really very simple. As for the pay, it will be fifteen pounds for every transfer." Oh." Occasionally, you might be able to do two over the weekend."I was impressed. "I'll do it, thank you.”"You'll have to learn how to negotiate the locks, of course." Of course." I nodded and swallowed hard."Have you got a bicycle?" No." We'll soon fix you up with one.” He smiled at Annie. "And one for you, too, of course." Thank you," she smiled,. She groaned and the long legs came gracefully off the floor as the Interviewer bucked his hips slowly forward to slide his aching cock deep into her now bare, quivering pussy. He interviewed her for quite some time, his cock sliding in and out of her, deeper and deeper, her long legs around the interviewer's back, ankles locked, until, like the others, her frantically writhing body shivered, arched and then lay jerking as the Interviewer very very slowly withdrew his gleaming, angry red rod. Kylie thrust her hips off the bench, and her whole body was damp with sweat now, not water from the pool. She panted, and Miranda breathed faster. Kylie’s nipples were clearly visible, poking at the fabric of her swimsuit as her breath hissed in and out. Miranda abruptly stopped, and I realized she was shuddering through her own orgasm. The fingers of her left hand had been busy, and she leaned over and rode it out. Kylie was staring at her. “Did you cum?” “I’m sorry,” Miranda replied,.