"Well now you know," he said. "I am the big pimp in this neighborhood. I control all the white bitches that work these streets. I just saved your life...so you owe me now," he said."Yes, I do," she said. "Thank you." You owe me more than that bitch," the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. "You gonna be my whore now. You work for me and only me. Got that?"Oh my God, Sally thought. What have I gotten myself into?"Yes, sir," she answered.Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to. It felt as though they’d been teasing me for hours, my desperation almost unbearable, I wanted to cum so badly. My nipples were becoming painfully sensitive, every time the girls pinched them I couldn’t help but gasp and moan. It was almost a relief when I felt Kelly’s hand start to trail down my stomach, then incredible excitement radiated through my body as my tracksuit bottoms loosened around my waist, the tie undone, her fingers slipping under the waistband teasing my freshly shaved skin,. She was black and I was white. She was gorgeous and I was… well, I had done all right with women over the years but I had never considered myself to be handsome. Now that the age battle was getting the better of me, I was looking at a different area of the spectrum as regards women.I was thinking about grandmas. While young men wanted MILFs who had a certain amount of experience and were perhaps more uninhibited than girls, I was looking for those who felt like me: past their prime and not. ! as he so ably demonstrated again today."As he was leaving Nellis, Clark had told him that the Navy had a similar unit based at Oceania Naval Air Station near Norfolk. There the piston-engined fighters were Chance-Vought Corsairs rather than North American Mustangs, but his comment to Don said it all with respect to the regard in which he was now held by the Nellis staff: "They have wings and an engine, Don. That's all you ever need."When Don responded eagerly, Clark had contacted Vice Admiral.