"I'm sorry, but I don't see the big deal, Steve." You would if I was to wear a pair of your favorite shorts and shirt. You'd have a problem with that,...wouldn't you?" Whatever - wear them if you can find them, if that would make you happy," she said."I'm just getting sick of you taking me for granted. You leave your mess everywhere, and I'm always having to clean up after you. I'm sick of being your maid, and I'm sick of you just taking me and my stuff for granted!" I think you better calm down. Only lettuce and tomato on the burger, please.’ I move downward, and fall to my knees. His shoes shine in the bright overhead lights. Albeit the messy work environment, his white uniform remains clean, as though it were untouched. So I touch him, groping his crotch. He bears a look of excitement. I undo the leather belt, ripping it off within seconds. I unbutton, unzip his pants, and yank them down to his ankles. His long, hard cock is visible through his thin, white boxers. I pull it out, and. Laura then got up, “I’m going to go make dinner, it’ll be ready in half an hour or so.”“Okay, well I’m going to take a shower now, just call me when dinner’s ready.” Jake stood up and walked upstairs and into the bathroom, there was only one bathroom functional at the moment because the toilet downstairs flooded last week. He took his shirt of and looked into the mirror, seeing his slightly muscular torso. He took his pants of and turned on the shower. It would take a minute before it would. His voice was a pure challenge to me.“You are so early, that you have many options,” I said. “We need people to work both the rail guns and the missiles, and we even need people to work the engines. You can pretty much pick and choose.”“Me work the engines?” Raccoon said with a snort. “That’s not something I could do well.”“So that leaves you working in the missile bays or dealing with a railgun. Which do you want for now?” I asked.“Now? Why just now?” Raccoon asked.“You might find that you.