“The Rorke is taking a lot of fire,” he said over the comms channel, his voice crackling with static. “If the carrier goes down, then we’re fu...ked.”Jaeger scoped in on the vessel, the hive ship was right on top of it now, firing broadsides of plasma at it. The Rorke was still belly-up, the railguns digging into the attacker’s hull. Fighters from both sides swarmed, a fireworks display of point defense and flak flashing brightly. It seemed like the UNN torpedo frigates had taken out most of. Closing my eyes...the image I see is the one I usually do...my Master's mouthwatering cock that I can't get enough of...this time it's drenched in sunlight and shadows, pure perfection. I lower my mouth down and begin to suck...hard...taking in every bit I can. My husband begins to move, just in case his reaction is to stop me, I grab both of his hands with mine and pin his wrists to his sides and continue my sucking, licking, devouring...thinking of my Master. Imagining it's his gasps each. You will turn over your contact list, and you willintroduce me to anyone I ask, and when you do, you will always describeme as 'brilliant' and 'powerful'. Do you understand?" Yes, Ms. Dalton." And now, Paul, I'm wondering if you can think of any other way inwhich you can help?" Other ways?" I asked, dumbfounded."Yes, other ways. *Financial* ways. I'm not sure you realize howdifficult it is for me, trying to create the right impression among theother executives on a junior manager's salary.". "I arrived just in time. What are ya fixing?" I said, trying to start a conversation. She just looked at me with a typical bitch look on her face, "Just a snack" she replied. Damn teenagers I thought to myself. "There are supposed to be a couple of boxes for me to pick up" I said. "Over by the couch" was all she said. "Fucking bitch" I muttered but not quite silent enough. "What did you call me?" she said quickly. Looking right at her I said in a slow draw "Fucking ... Bitch". She just looked.