I got to thinking, though, about what I learned at the slaughterhouse and the fact that I’d invited a high-anxiety girl to dinner with seven other p...ople the next night. I was trying to figure out how we should prepare in case she had a panic attack.On Saturday after work, I shopped for dinner groceries. It was only fair that I was springing for dinner since I’d invited the guests. But I didn’t feel so flush that I could buy steaks and lobster for eight. Good old reliable meatloaf was on the. “What?” he frowned.“It’s okay, if you can’t – hold on.”He narrowed his eyes.“God. Do you have to bring that up every time?” he groaned. “That was years ago. I can last longer. I’ve practiced.”I bit my lip.“Oh yeah? With who?”He didn’t look at me.“With myself, if you must know. In the shower.”I giggled, pressing my hand over my mouth and he frowned at me.“I only did it for you. Is this the thanks I get?”His hands moved to my waist and he pulled his cock out, before pushing in hard.He did last. The Army communications guy had said something, and they'd all become instantly alert and were looking up into the sky toward the south.If you'll forgive a slight digression: Normally you know when someone's looking at you because you see their eyes are pointing straight at you (that seems obvious). That's often not the case with me. My sight blob was down beside them, close to the CIA driver but pulled back so I could see everyone while I thought about how to get the satchel. The driver was. He bent slowly to her ear and whispered in it, "I am going to take you, but I won't take you easily. I will break your cherry and you will be my bitch as long as I want you. Got it?" She nodded slowly and looked back at him. He rubbed his dick head against my pussy, but he decided that I was not wet enough and that he did not want to make me wetter so he forced his 10" dick all the way into my pussy and I let out a slight yelp as he did so. He smirked and pulled my shirt off and grabbed my.