By the end of the week, I was his slave, willing to do anything he askedme to, as long as I got his cock. He asked me if I would like to meet someof h...s friends that were coming that weekend, to which I answered most absolutely. The Friday approached, and the bunch of us went out for dinner, just so thatwe could have a good time without any actual sex getting in the way. The discussionswere many and varied from the upcoming elections, to the strange weather, tothe prevailing attitudes about. This was going to be fun..It had been a week since Michelle's unexpected oral tryst with the young lifeguard at the community pool and once again she found herself much as she had that same fateful morning: off of work due to the continuing renovations at her office, alone, and extremely horny.She had felt guilty, mortified even, that day as she walked home from the pool, the Ben Wah balls inside of her body still rocking inside of her and the taste of the young man's semen still tantalizingly. And what a lovely death that would be. Far better than the one I faced. I gave her everything I could, coming up for air only when I had to, my face awash in her emanations. Every time she ground those hips into me, my face would sink deeper, it seemed, and I could feel her clit mashing against my chin and neck.Suddenly she tensed, then shuddered, and I looked up to see, over the mounds of her ass, her upper body straighten up and her hair being tossed back."Ohgoddd..." she said, her body. It is NOT a safe occupation. E'veen was packing heat.Ushered into Cornpone's august presence she shut and locked the door. Glancing at her notepad she said,"Sergeant, you have been stealing from the United States Military since 1926. Your first theft consisted of..." She proceeded to document every large sale of arms right up to yesterday..."when you sold three Browning Automatic Rifles to Uncle Charlie's Pawn Shop for the sum of three hundred dollars."Throughout your rather profitable service.