" Are you my slut Sarah?" Yes damn you, yes." Say it Sarah, say it." I'm your slut Dave, I'm a cheating whore and I'm your slut. Now make me cum damne... you, make me cum."She lay on the leather couch, legs splayed wide and with a teardrop shaped blob of cum barely hanging from her pussy lips. Dave looked down at her as he tucked his cock back into his pants."I hope your desk is clear and that you have nothing pressing. Since today is my last day I intend to make the most of it. Next on the list. Ramage?” he asked. David took a chance and explained exactly what the rifles were to be used for.Henry listened as he sat back in his chair. When David finished he smiled, “What you propose is not new ... most of the foreign powers in Europe and America are thinking along similar lines. Unfortunately most of the military are loath to give up black powder and large calibre bullets.”He sat twiddling a pencil thinking for a moment, “I would suggest the .303 round. It has already been tested and. A quick shower in the locker room and I was out on the pool deck looking for a quiet, shady — with my complexion that was a necessity — corner in which to sit and think.The first thing to think about was whether or not this was a dream. A moment’s thought though, showed that it didn’t much matter. If it wasn’t a dream then I definitely needed to try to fit in as much as I possibly could. If it was a dream, then I lost nothing by trying. Sort of like the argument made by one of those French. She was real beauty.She was about 5.8″. Fair with huge breasts and bums. She wore a nice blue transparent saree. I could see her stomach through it. What a pleasure 2 b with her. I felt. She took me in her car n reached her house by around 9.30 pm. She told me that her children were sleeping n took me up stair 2 her room. It was real big room lighted with just a dim light. Just 2 add 2 my sex feelings. She did not waste any time. She pushed me 2 that wide red bed n asked me 2 b her slave. I.