..you got your boyfriend Bob doing that..." I said and she elbowed me in the ribs."Shut up I broke up with him....he is too hairy" I broke into a laug... and she started laughing with me. I glanced at Kasey and she just smiled. When she smiled, I think I fell in love with her all over again. "Hey Sabrina I gotta go...I will talk to you tomorrow...bye Kasey and Mr. Cruz and Mrs. Cruz and bye Sam" She said changing her tone when she came to me. Nobody else noticed this so I just ignored it.My. You want to wake in 5 hours’ or maybe “You want to help with more chores”. Listening to her touching herself, my brain went into overdrive digging into all the possibilities. Lots of dirty thoughts to sort through. After a few minutes thought, I turned my side’s microphone on and spoke. “You hate underwear. There’s no reason to ever wear it.”“You want to sleep naked. You don’t need clothes to sleep”. I turned off the microphone and sat back eyes wide in surprise at my own boldness. One more. He didn't single anyone out. I was more than a little surprised when the operative I had nicknamed Karl the Killer answered him.The Brit whispered, "For some reason Colonel Martin liked your nick names. He adopted them as operational names for this operation." Damn, I had no idea I was so well liked," I said."You aren't universally liked. Just like everyone else, you have admirers and detractors," he added."I guess the trick is to screw more of the higher ups," I said with a laugh.The Brit just. His truncheon is hard and ram-rod straight and the natural curvature of my internal cavities struggle and strain against its relentless firmness. Over and over again they fight against this horrible intruder and every time they lose – I loose. I loose myself and straining once more I yelp and squeal like a deliriously happy little piggy as I orgasm again.When he gets close he lets go of me and I slunk all the way down. It’s a long, old, hard way, all the way down, but fun. I’ve long stopped.