Pure stark fear. They both jump and scream as the phone rings. With trembling hands Ritty picks up the receiver and answers.“Hello” she knew her v...ice quivered but she tried to sound calm. “Mrs. Michaels how are you?” A warm male voice filled the line. She recognized it but didn’t place it right away. “I’m fine, may I ask who is calling? Its late and it’s a bad time to talk right now.” She breathed in deep trying to calming her racing heart. Stranger or not she didn’t want to be questioned on. I was busy, which I really liked, but I didn't have time for any kind of personal life.Nor did the reality of the battlefield change this for me. I was harried, hustling from one wounded soldier to another. The number of combatants greatly outweighed the noncombatant personnel, which was not surprising. This was a civil war, after all. The furious and desperate zeal of the Robertsonites made it far worse than it might have been. I could see exactly why the Militia needed me so much. I killed no. " Toby went on to relate the troubling news that both Rick and Lon had apparently settled on younger targets.Louise absorbed this. "You're worried about what they'll tell these girls, right?" Big time," Toby agreed. "I don't see much less than total honesty if they really end up doing relationships with these chicks." This was a sidetrack, but, hey..."Tell me about the girls." Well, one is a big, husky chick -- not bad looking, just big. I can basically see what Lon is up to. She isn't popular. He master please fuck me. That's better, you did so good following orders tonight I thought I'd reward you with a good hard fuck. How do you want daddy to fuck you bitch? Hard master, as hard and deep as you can give to me. That was all I needed to hear, I started fucking him like I fuck my sluts. Talk to me bitch, tell me what you want, how it feels. He starts talking to me like the dirty whore that he is. I pull out of him and he thinks their is something wrong. I tell to ride you daddy, ride.