She say"Yees ,yeees fuck me,hard"John lean over her face and brutalize her tits,he say to her"Tell me that you are my slut,!!"Andrea say"YES! I am you... SLUT!!!"John slow down and delay my wife orgasm,then he stop completely and say"I will fuck you again only if i will pimp you out, your husband will have to pay me for your pussy,UNDERSTAND?!"Andrea is in heat and say"Sure,anything you want,pimp me out ,i am your fuck slut"John say"Now kiss me while i make you pregnant"Andrea get instantly on. ..Present – Ben – On the way to the cabinHell, after being out of this altitude for what seems like several lifetimes, I am amazed I can still run up here. But it's taking a hell of a toll on me as I am sucking wind like crazy and can barely keep up an easy pace. My hands are shaking so badly if I had to fire a weapon I would surely miss. What a lousy admission for a sniper to have to make!I look over at Destiny and I'm shocked because she doesn't seem to be having any problems. I bitch like. I love old songs. If there was a future for music historians I'd be the in a flash. Instead I was in year two of a BS-RN program. It was unlikely I'd get rich working as nurse, but then again I'd probably always have a job. So back to the party. The thing about Ann Arbor is the competition is intense and Chemistry, even dummied down Nurses chem was killing me. Not being a science guy I intended to spend the weekend playing catch up. Still not wanting to be a total hermit I left my door open as. Andy’s group had found several seamstresses who brought their industrial sewing machines to the new offices and had all of the men’s uniforms altered over the week. The Velcro was put where the new unit and rank system was to be attached. The ranks were to be painted on helmets and safety gear.On the shirt was the only permanently attached name and rank. It was on the right front - over the pocket - the same as the military used. My gear was camo but all of the security people were issued brown.