"I could not disappoint my goddess. So the moment I got my other head firmly situated, I rammed in with all the force my hips could generate.Gabrielle...screamed in pain as her supertight tunnel was instantly stretched farther than it had ever gone before, and I didn't give her a moment to recover as I backed out quickly and slammed myself in once again. She had barely stopped her first scream when my second thrust forced a new scream out of her throat.We were in a room across the hallway from. Her face showed alarm, “What’s the matter?” She asked.“I have some news, but I’m not sure how you will take it,” he murmured.“Oh god, they can’t be sending you out there again already,” she whispered.“No, I have a new job at a new station,” he replied sitting down on the end of the bed watching her reflection in the mirror.He could see the tears forming in her eyes, “So what are they expecting you to do now,” bitterness creeping into her voice.“They want me to form two new squadrons at RAF. When that observation was repeated to the fussy gentleman, he would fix the speaker with a stare which tended to shrivel the soul and the speaker found themselves posted to whatever remote outpost of the Nation which was short a supply officer. (All newcomers were quickly warned by their colleagues of the penalty — except for one pompous ass who had used political influence to obtain a posting to the section believing that would benefit her career.)Using figures discounted to 90% of Mounty. My last reply before our meeting:AngelThis is a fantasy of mine, but with you as the context, that may also be yours.Ready?????????It could be the room service waiter, the shoe salesman, or someone else that views your hot, wet pussy this weekend in Yokohama. The choice of who in fantasy or reality will be yours. For purposes of clarity I will use the room service waiter who brings our dinner late Friday evening after we have both had multiple orgasms. The doorbell rings. I answer the door and.