I put up with George's idiosyncrasies. I often ignore the looks he gives other women as we walk through the mall. I pretend not to notice when he fart... in bed. I don't use sex as a negotiating tool. I've got plenty of other negotiating tools.So what's his problem? It can't be me. It has to be him. It's some sort of mid-life crisis. He's forty-seven years old. He's been feeling some arthritis in his knees recently. Maybe his body isn't cut like it used to be (and George was never a hunk, for. I moaned as I pushed my tongue in between her lips and found her swollen clit. I rolled my warm tongue around the full length of her clit, hearing her moan my name as I did, urge me on!I brought one hand down from her hips and teased her opening with a finger as my tongue continued to explore her tasty slit. I managed to look up at her with my face half buried in her pussy and grinned as I penetrated her wet hole with my finger. Her face showed her astonishment and relief as my finger filled. No trace.The kit was still at the permitted location ... the camp was still across the road ... now heavily fenced, gated and patrolled from inside the chain link fence. When we mentioned to the Federal unit keeping watch what we were going to do ... retrieve the unit... , under conditions of anonymity, we were informed that drone surveillance reported that war games were indeed carried out ... using licensed and legal paintball equipment.Of course, we showed up at the site with ex military. “You’re my sex slave now and I’m going to do what I want with you.”“Oh god,” I moaned. I wasn’t sure if it was a cry for help or a plea to continue. His hands cupping my breast were creating a sensation that I had never experienced before and it was so overwhelmingly captivating that it was making it hard to think. I had never had anyone else touch my breasts before. Of course I had experimented with my own breast whenever I played with myself. But this was the first time someone else had.