Protocol had it that those who worked for Charles Thornton would be buried after his funeral, and all the families affected seemed to accept that as a...propriate. Air Force One would be carrying me hither and yon to show respect for all those who gave their lives trying to save Charles, Diane, Shirley, and my playmate, little Casey.Things had been almost out of control since I was awakened by the phone with news of the attack on the White House, so flying to funerals would be my first trips on. We went to bed still covered in cum and we slept naked.Saturday we never left the house at all nor got dressed. We showered together, we ate from the same bowl, and we didn’t do the dishes either. Hell, her clothes never got washed either. She certainly didn’t need them.I got my first taste of anal sex too. I say first taste because I had to lick her asshole for ten minutes before she would let me fuck it. It was dirty, it was tight, and it was fantastic. Afterwards Gloria sucked my dirty cock. Everything was all cold and hard surfaces."Call me master." Kylo Ren stood over her, cutting and imposing figure against harsh light. He wore his mask and Rey wasn't sure what she was more comfortable with. He seemed like an unstoppable monster with it on. Softer with it off… yet more frightening in some ways."I'll never call you that. You are nothing! You will never be Darth Vader!" Rey spat at him."You'll be my apprentice now. Call me master." Kylo Ren kept his temper in check. He wanted to. ” She paused for a moment, looking up at her husband. “Do you think you could do it for me?”“Of course. Hold this,” Rich replied, passing her his roller. “I wouldn’t want your husband to come home and find you covered in stains.”Jennifer held up both rollers, pushing her shoulders back and her breasts out. She watched as Rich pulled her bra cup away from her firm mound, slipping his fingers inside, making sure not to touch his wife’s nipple. “Are you getting it off?” she asked.“I think so, but.