“I appreciate you offering.”
“Would you like a fresh shirt?”
“Thanks.” Cait admitted. Being in close proximity while Max pleasured herself, her involvement in the foreplay aspect, had certainly piqued her interest. “Lieutenant.” Montague replied. “I hate to ask but…”
“Oh.” Max said, radiating sympathy as she understood Cait’s predicament. Meanwhile Cait was performing mental calculations. “Us girls gotta stick together, right? We’ll debrief fully in twenty.” With that Montague turned and left while the man gestures to Simmons and Docker to carry out Montague’s orders then went about conferring with another crew. Do you mind if I ask what happened?”
“No, it’s fine.” Cait sighed. “Our base of operations.” Montague answered, gesturing for Rhys and Cait to be unstrapped from their chairs. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Max leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
