Are you still sure that you want to do this?”Then I said, “Sorry to shock you and Father Joseph, Marcus, but it is much more comfortable and coole... if I wear nothing under this tunic. If it makes you more comfortable, I’ll get under the covers with you so I’m not so exposed.”Marcus pulled back the covers to invite me in. I lay next to him, with my tunic pulled up and still wearing my headpiece, as he scooted down a little and leaned over to suck my breast. He was sucking hard, and my milk was. Hundreds of faceless troops were conversing with each other. Joking and laughing, making rude gestures with their pliable blank mannequin like bodies. At the end of the hangar, lights came up upon a stage with a single microphone. Behind the microphone, a brilliant purple flag swayed, the insignia of the planet Bredon flashing all who saw. To the left of the troops a general took the stage. His unmarked body started to sprout clothes that resembled the United States Army green. A helmet popped. My wife grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. I lay down, and she lay down next to me and started rubbing my cock through my tights. I reciprocated by rubbing her pussy through the nylon. After a few minutes of this, we both ripped a small access hole in our tights, big enough for my cock to point through and big enough in her tights for me to shove my cock in her pussy when we were ready to get going.My wife got on top of me and shoved her pussy in my face ordering me to lick it. As I started. ?That?sall right, Mr. Whitman. Just give me the remote clicker and I will turn Melindaoff for you, and you can go home.? Randy looked terrified. ?I-I gave the remote to Melinda 109,Judah. She?s in charge.? Tamulevich shook his head. ?That was stupid meshugennahthing to do, Whitman. Only other remote is downstairs, in storeroom nearKennel. I cannot control?? Melinda laughed a throaty, iron chuckle. ?Calm down Mr.Tamulevich. Melinda 109 will surrender the remote control to you after Randydoes as.