The next morning was one of those where I was full of piss and ginger. My wives knew that there was only one cure for that, and it involved guns. They...reluctantly bid me adieu as I went to look for more Comanches. Neither of my wives was actually enthusiastic about me hunting Comanches, but they both realized that I was a bear to live with if they kept me bottled up and under their watchful eyes.I headed for the Comanche village I knew about and found it easily enough. This appeared to be a day. I could feel her no-longer-virginal blood cover my dick as I sunk it to the hilt."No, Steve!" she sobbed, causing me to pause deep inside her."Keep going!" instructed her mother Teresa as she held her daughter's arms fast to the bed. "Keep fucking her!" Terri, I'm not so sure this is a good i---" SHUT UP, Steve! We've been over this! Now fuck till you put your load in her cunt!"My redheaded girlfriend, age 33, was not to be argued with, so I resumed my penetration of Britt, moving in and out of. It created a holographic curtain around the booth and engaged an elementary hush field. Both were easily penetrated by anyone with some basic electronics knowledge and some easily purchased parts and most people never bothered with the feature.Her own hush field was much more advanced and used a gigabit encryption algorithm that would take a professional about thirty minutes to defeat, assuming they could first determine the frequency hopping scheme she was using. It was as secure as current. She had met him twice since then but neither of those meetings were as intense as the last day at the farmhouse. Two weeks ago Master told Brenda to meet him behind an abandoned meat packing plant. There was an old loading dock that blocked the view from the road. Master handcuffed Brenda's hands behind her back, then bent her over the back of his patrol car and fucked her from behind. This was right near the top of Brenda’s list of favorite things. Brenda had the exact fantasy the first time.