This made the time go by a bit quicker; when the game finally ended, he went upstairs to go to bed, glancing again at the clock he saw that it was now...past eleven.Something woke Marcus, rolling over he looked at the clock with blurry eyes, the time glaring two-thirty. Rolling over he saw that Maria still wasn't home yet. Getting up, he padded to the bathroom, relieved himself, washed his hands, and was about to shut off the light and try to get back to sleep when he looked up hearing. I don’t know how many of those helping can really fight.”“What about losses through desertion? People deciding to leave the army?”“Do they? I have heard rumours, but nothing confirmed by the higher-ups. They did say that a large group had been sent on a special attack, to prepare things for the next advance, but that is the only known group that has left; at least by the time we sneaked off. We had had enough.”“What happens to those who leave and are caught and brought back?”“They get punished. She looked at my cock from underneath as if she was worshipping it. My long, hard throbbing cock was dominating her. She slowly inserted it into her mouth and gently placed her hands around the shaft, moaning. Our eyes locked for the first time; the intensity of her gaze was telling me that she really enjoyed what she was doing, and, perhaps more importantly, that she wanted and needed it badly.The husband then instructed me to hold the back of her head and push my cock further down her throat.. This outfit she wore "To inspire you to help me finish the remodeling of the house." It worked, not only did I finish the work, I took good care of what was between those gorgeous seamed stockings too, seeing how well that worked she kept it up for the next two weeks while we finished the house.Sometimes she just wore a sensationally sexy outfit just to get me hard enough for a REALLY good fuck, like this.As you can see this worked fine! Once in a while she wore an outfit just for me that was.