Jodi agrees to be strip searched.

"Fine."

Jodi stood up and began removing her clothes, starting with her tank top, followed by her capris.

"ALL your clothes ma'am," said Captain Igbo, delighted at what he was seeing. "And your rings too."

Reluctantly, Jodi unclasped her bra, pulled down her panties. She then removed her rings, laying them on the table.

The captain examined Jodi with a half-smile, circling her a couple of times. "Please put your hands on the table and spread your legs. The search needs to be very thorough."

At this point she didn't have a choice. She complied with the captain, who immediately began drawing circles around the opening of her sex. It felt like forever. Slowly, in spite of the air-conditioning, her skin began to warm up, just a little bit.

Captain Igbo slid a finger into her moistening pussy. "I see you are enjoying your inspection.

"You know married women aren't usually this tight," he continued. "I see your husband has been neglecting you. Let me help you with that."

He slid a second finger in and began going deeper. Jodi breathed a little more heavily this time, allowing a few whimpering moans to escape her lips.

The captain pulled his fingers out and after removing his hands slowly began inserting his dick into her pussy.

"UNNHHHH," she screamed as he entered her. His manhood just didn't feel like it was going to stop sliding in.

"Haven't been stretched like that in a while, have you?" asked the captain snickering.

She shook her head, but her answer was inconsequential. The captain plunged his massive member into Jodi, with hard and deliberate thrusts. Gradually, he gyrated his hips with more rhythm, turning what felt like hard exercise into a dance. A very intense dance. By now, the moistness in her sex was enough to soak a small stack of dishes. Jodi's breaths grew heavier as beads of her sweat began dropping on the table.

"Oh yeah...oh yeah...." she moaned.

Captain Igbo didn't let up. He thrust himself into her relentlessly, with his balls repeatedly slapping upon Jodi. She began gyrating her own hips against him, allowing the captain to go in deeper.

Then with a sudden series of grunts, Captain Igbo pulled on Jodi's hips and extended his member as far into her as he could. His juices poured into her like water erupting from a fire hose. The captain relaxed for a few moments, then once more pushed himself deep, releasing even more cum.

With his business done, the captain pulled out of her and slapped Jodi's ass with her passport.

"Welcome to Isla Luna," he said as he pulled up his pants. "You're free to go."

A few minutes later, Jodi exited the interrogation room and met up with Melissa, who was already waiting for her in the hallway.

"Are you okay?" Jodi asked. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine," replied Melissa. "So what do we do now?"

Jodi paused for a moment.