Yes Grand-Master, as you wish," Eng-Lok nodded while he was gagging the
unconscious stud with a shredded piece of his cum-soiled baklava. The
Lieutenant was grabbed by his wrists and ankles and ended hogtied on the
pick-up on top of his men easily identifiable by his sand-crusted buttocks.
Slowly Craig turned around to face the Commodore. His face was white.