"Who do you think you'll serve breakfast too today?" Patty asked in frontof me. Each girl was given a tray with a name on it and that was yourbreakfas... person for the day. They had recently implemented the systemonce there were enough girls to service the men of Blue Team. Sometimesyou got two names which meant even more fun."Gwad, I don't know, but whoever it is I hope they have a nice sized dickto work with," I giggled. Once we served them breakfast we also usually'serviced' them, if that's. You said you loved me back and I felt you slip inside me. As I laid in my bed imagining all this, my fingers had found their way to my wet pussy and as I moaned your name, I could feel my body tingle and my imagination took me further towards orgasmic bliss. My eyes closed once again and I was transported back to my fantasy. You were still on top of me and you slid all the way inside my tight wetness. My nails dug into you shoulders as you filled every inch of me. You started to move a little,. “Most ethicists I know would say this whole idea is unethical.”“I have someone in mind,” I said. “She already knows about Bobby, and she’s scrupulously ethical. She’s the mother superior of the convent that raised him.”“Religion and ethics all in one package,” said Doug.“I can help with that, too,” said the judge. “I’d like to work with Ms. Clarke on her side of things, too.”“What about the military?” asked Jane.“That’s sticky,” I said. “I have an idea, but it’s radical.”“Hit me.”“Did you ever. I’m not going to repeat what Danielle wrote in her letter to me, it’s private and it’s way too personal. Just know this — when a woman pours her heart out to you in a seventeen page handwritten letter that has blotches on the paper where her teardrops fell… you’d have to be one stone-cold and heartless son-of-a-bitch not to be emotionally affected by it. I caught the shuttle bus to Bellevue, and re-read her letter on the way to the hotel. After checking into the hotel I called Danielle, but she.