But the machine had also put a billowing black fur brimmed Nilfeheim cape on me. I still carried the .45 and attached to my belt a sword, not the rapi...r like blade officers were allowed to carry with their dress uniform, but a heavy Nilfeheim style broadsword.The outfit felt constricting and tight. “Centron, are you sure I am supposed to carry a broad sword and a fur cape of all things? It doesn’t seem standard issue.”“Indeed these items have been added by highest authority, Sir. Now please. His hands squeezing her butt cheeks, then moving to her thighs before making a trip all over her back. Abby, reached one hand back to play with his sack of marbles.“That’s the way, let me feel them slap against me. You feel so sexy and hard.”“You’re so sexy and wet, I’d love it to do this all night long.”That’s an offer I’ll hold you to lover, later.Abby started to match his hard thrusts with her own hard thrusts. Vince’s hands moved to find her clit. Oh my, something new from you, I’ll. She was right, after all. They don’t take good care of those people there. I won’t improve upon my professional standing with some of my previous associates for writing this, but dammit when something needs to be said, well it needs to be said. I was the only white person working in the kitchen, with the exception of the head man. He was a likable enough fellow, but he was too quick to let the kitchen hands have their way. There was a standing rule in the nursing home kitchen: The residents. We had both matured some, and fortunately it had been a beneficial process for both of us. Brad was simply a handsome hunk and the compliment he’d payed me was saying I was far to yummy to be a mommy.He’d obviously meant it, because when we’d gone on our early evening tour of the town, he made no secret of the fact that merely walking arm in arm with me was enough to make his cock hard. I thought he was joking, but when we found ourselves in a lonely spot, he’d put my hand on it; I’d literally.