And aside from the money, her sex drive had never been higher. Every single night she danced on stage until she was soaking wet. After that, working t...e floor with her soaking panties rubbing against her pussy always made sure she got fucked by as many guys as possible. But no matter how many cocks and fingers and tongues she took, every night when she got home, she was only satisfied after her hubby made sure to fuck her brains out. Adrian seemed to be aware that there was something going on. Sandra looked up and realised that the aliens were watching me closely.'Some kind of test?' she wondered, then it hit her, 'Maybe I am to pick a man to share my cell, and my bed?'Feverishly she clicked through the pictures, but didn't recognise any of them; no Robert Redford, no Richard Geer, no Hugh Grant, just ordinary people, strangers and none any more or less appealing than the others. Then one picture caught Sandra's eye as they flicked through on fast forward, achieved by holding one of. The Jens lady walks in and says, "Wow Zarika, thanks for starting to pick up the mess, but I wish you had waited because we need to redo it."I am sad and ask, "I not do good?"The Jens lady smiles, "Zarika, there is the right way to do things, which is what you did; the wrong way to do things and then there's the Marine way to do things. The Marine way is what I will teach you after breakfast."I ask, "Marine like Ben?"The Jens lady smiles and says, "Yes we were both Marines together. Now follow. Bored, I grabbed a fresh beer and a bowl of peanuts and made my way out into the back garden.It was one of those classic British summer evenings, warm and still with a hint of daylight on the horizon, even though it was almost eleven o’clock. A multitude of fairy lights twinkled in the trees at the bottom of the garden. A patio extended from the back of the building. A table and chairs set to one side. Occupying the chairs were a group of dark shapes. Surrounding the patio was a low wall. I.