’ He motioned with his right hand to his pants, which were bulging. I rolled my eyes. ‘Well, take it elsewhere,’ I said, trying to return to t...he book I had brought along. ‘I’m not interested in your problems.’ Bryan tried to tug the book out of my hands. ‘Come on, baby,’ he repeated, leaning over, pressing himself against me and talking louder. ‘You know you want it.’ ‘Bryan! Piss off!’ I hissed. ‘I am NOT interested in you!’ Bryan started to snarl again. ‘Bitch,’ he hiccupped, shoving off. Looking at me with an evil smile he yanked up my head by my hair and stated, "clean my cock!" My face grimaced with a look of revulsion. "One disobedience," he warned. "One disobedience."I stuck my tongue out and licked cum off his now softening cock. He moaned as I wrapped my lips around he dick and cleaned it while tasting that familiar condom aftertaste. "I will be back," he promised as he turned to leave. "Wait for my message bitch, and I'll let you know when I need you next." Slamming the. Max announced over the intercom we were in landing mode at the Louisiana site.The plane made a couple circles around the facility before landing. Max let the G5 coast to the end of the runway and then the turn on the big circle and taxied back to the terminal area.Andy and the guards were the first ones out as two old jeeps came out to the plane. We had just stepped onto the tarmac.Some rough looking man - apparently in charge - exited the jeeps with the others.“Who are you, what are you doing. Mrs Anstruther told me you had some ideas about redecorating this tomb and asked me to ring you."Becca laughed. "Tomb's the right word. Thank you so much for ringing, Mrs Olney." Since you're on Christian name terms with my principal I think you'd better call me Martha. By the way, what do I call you now; Rosie or Becca?" Thank you, Martha. I can't get over people wanting me to call them by their Christian names. Becca, please. I'm a new person in every way." Very well, my dear, Becca it shall.