"Bill caught Jeff's eye. "Frank tells me that he probably won't need Jill, Kathy and me for the rest of the week. Suppose I can get some of Ship's sim...ulator time in? Seeing those Interceptors sitting on the flight deck brings back memories of my old Tomcat. I have to try on one of those beasts."Jeff grinned at him. "Like I said before, all you have to do is tell Ship what you want, then lie down on one of her couches. But get ready to be a plebe again with everyone outranking you, and of. I'm so hot it makes you so wet for me,” Billy said. “You don't care that I'm your brother. You think that's hot. You think incest is best. You want to fuck me so badly. You want to do anything I want. You're a nymph for me, Cali. A fucking slut. You want me more than you ever have wanted Brad. You hate Brad. He's a pathetic cuckold that wants you to fuck me. He gets off on it. Don't you, Brad?”“Oh, damn, it would be so hot,” groaned Brad, “if you let your brother fuck you, Cali.”Such loathing. ‘No water or food until after the doctor sees you.’ ‘What’s the latest gossip about my brain?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘You mean you know something but you can’t say anything.’ ‘Really, I don’t know.’ ‘Where did you get that skin? Mother or father?’ She didn’t answer. She went out and I lay there. There was nothing but kiddy programs and soap operas on television. I was bored as hell. Then the fat nervous little Doctor Sloane came back with another doctor. They were carrying my brain-wave tapes. They. The hairbrush goes CRACK, and you say, “Oh please, Miss Amanda, it hurts so much!” CRACK! “Ouch.” “One,” cried out the chorus. WHACK! “Aaaah.” “Two,” sang the ladies. As the spanking progressed, Charley’s singing drowned out the count. His legs kicked out as he bounced and rolled. There was no escaping the loud cracks of Amanda’s strokes. Charley knew that after two smacks on each ass cheek, the brush’s imprint had covered the entire area. Each spank thereafter hit a hot spot. It didn’t matter.