"First, if you see or hear the klaxon and see the lights flashing," I looked to Sam who, as we had planned on earlier, sounded and flashed the warning...s, "I need you to stop whatever you're doing, secure anything that's loose in your area, then get up here and secured in those seats as fast as you can. If we get into a fight, the bridge is the most heavily shielded part of the ship." Second, if we're in a fight, I need you to not talk or ask questions unless it's absolutely critical. Sam and I. I pondered for a second more and without thinking about what I was saying, said "Alright I'm in." And that was it. I had no idea why I'd agreed to the job. It was like some other person took over and accepted without consulting me. That and the twenty five an hour, I suppose. Plus tips. Well, cut to the chase. Thursday night I'm sat in the booth, nervously waiting and wondering what I'd got myself into. I'd been in there about ten minutes when my first client arrived, and announced himself by. "This has to be the end of it, it has to be!" Zack muttered desperately, he's taught us a lesson and this is it." Then he looked to the side of his bed where he had discarded his clothes the night before, expecting to see his male clothes there because the clothes had changed back before he was shocked to see the clothes were exactly the same as the previous night."Damn, I thought they would have changed back!" he muttered as he climbed out of bed and removed his baby doll and threw it behind. The twenty mule teams of the desert and mountains were legendary. The donkey was much smaller than the huge horses but, he had a fatter dick than the miniature stallions. The woman entered his stall and hand rubbed the jackass up to a hard on state. She was a Mormon widow and had given birth to many children. She needed some dick, since her husband was gone. It would take some big animal cock to satisfy her. Unfortunately, the miniatures did not have the size of a donkey dick. This experienced.