So I filled it out and sent it back and in a couple days I receive a reply to my email say she did not think I was a good fit and would not need my se...vices. I was devastated so I wrote back begging her to at least try me before she made her decision, I basically promised to do anything they desire just to serve them. She wrote back a day later explaining her husband knew nothing of this but he was bi curious and she was going to help him discover his true sexualality and maybe get a. I also realized they saw the fucking mystery medals Yuri gave me and reacted like all the guards at the many checkpoints I passed through on my way here. Yeah, again with the fucking 'Sir'. I wasn't sure which was worse, being a Captain and all the 'Sir' bullshit or the fucking medals. No, after only a little thought, I decided the medals were certainly the worst. It renewed my resolve to kick Yuri's ass when or if I ever got back to Moscow.They continued whispering to each other and the driver. Stuart clapped his gloved hands together, “Alright then. Everyone take a chair.” Stuart claimed the seat at the head of the table. Pulling out a walkie-talkie he spoke to it. “Hangar to control, lower the personnel platform.”The three newcomers sat startled as the floor began sinking. The pseudo elevator descended to depth of roughly fifty feet and stopped.Eric picked up the conversation, “Everyone follow me please and we can get out of our tauntaun’s.”Stuart laughed, “Are you guys seriously. There were also Expendabelle and Forgettabelle.Kevin had grown into old age. He sat upon his throne with a large, grey beard and wearing the most intricately crafted attire crafted of leather made from human flesh except it was still black so you would never know. In his old age he had not grown weak or feeble but stronger than he had ever been, his muscles bulging from many years of fucking the many big boobied ladies of his castle so hard they would have died if they were not immortal. Except.