The only bright spot was that Patty was a member of a bridge club that played every Tuesday, and a member of a ladies church club that met on Friday e...enings. So I told Becky to spend some time with her grandmother, and we could be alone when she goes to her bridge club or on Friday evening when she's with her church sisters.Tuesday rolled around. One of Patty's friends came to pick her up for her weekly bridge game. I knew she'd be gone for a few hours. I waited about 10 minutes making sure. I feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass and I push against it, trying desperately to get some relief. I can feel my panties getting wetter by the second, the fabric kissing my clit and sending shocks throughout my body. Before I know it my pants are around my ankles. The cold air stings but I warm quickly. How could I not? This is just so hot. His hand reaches around and starts rubbing my throbbing clit. Ahh, yes. "You're so ready for me," he whispers. Here I stand, bare-assed with my. General Jose Cuervo, the commander of the Mexican Air Force, was another of the many friends Chuck had made during his wartime service. Then a Colonel, Jose had flown the P-47 Thunderbolts of the Mexican 1st Fighter Squadron against the German and Fascist Italian forces in Italy, scoring seventeen victorys in the allied cause. If he had plans for the evening, General Cuervo was only too happy to cancel them. He met Chuck on the mat at the Transient Aircraft Office and whisked him off to the. "Now, concubines: your status is not the same as a sponsor. You are breeding stock, to put it bluntly, and are owned by your sponsors. They're responsible for your behaviour, and you are answerable to them. Yes, they can have you recycled if you misbehave severely enough, and yes that is as ugly as it sounds. They dictate what you wear or don't wear, when and with whom you breed, how many kids you have, what enhancements you get, the works. Hopefully your sponsor is smart and wants a happy pod,.