She stopped singing and was concentrating, her teeth digging into the flesh of her lower lip. Then she heard it. Off in the woods, on a bench she had... never seen, or at least never noticed, and truth be told she’s never seen again, though every June 22nd she looks, there was a man, strumming a guitar. He was looking at her, intermittently, but mostly just eyeing his guitar. She shifted her ass on the swing again, this time with intent. She was desperate now to come. With effort, she could make. "Again, we apologize for the involuntary nature of your arrival, but we assure you that your future here is much brighter than it was aboard your ship."We await the pleasure of your company."(Signed) The Management."Rebecca was shaken. She was either completely insane, or a miracle had rescued her from certain death. The mantle of command was still heavy, but the other burdens seemed to be lifting slowly. If only she could believe what she'd read.She decided that a good long shower would do. " Oh for crying out loud Sam, who's going to see you, you'll be outsidefor about ten seconds, and then we're done and you're 150 quid up."Sam followed her to the front door and peeked out. "There's no-onearound, come on, I just need to check the costume in the light - walk tothe gate and back." Sam stepped out into the sunlight and looked aroundnervously. He then ran to the gate, turned around and ran back."Right, we're done," he said."Hang on, we're not done, I didn't get to see a bloody. I asked him what it was. He explained it was precum. A liquid your body makes to help lubricate your dick when you're fucking someone. As he ran his thumb over my dick, he smeared the liquid around the head of my dick. My fingers were covered as his precum was pouring out as I rubbed its head. Using his other hand Jerry squeezed my balls gently, then pressed his fingers against my scrotum. Which sent more liquid up and out of my dick. I was getting bored with it till I felt something strange.