Still wish you’d tidied up, though. Maybe while I’m at the gym?”That’d be about two hours. Perfect. “Sure, no problem. I’ll close up shop ...ere. And get dinner ready.”She smiled, kissed my forehead again, and went off to get into her workout clothes.I’d been laid off from my job at the lab about six months earlier. A big company had bought my little company, and fwoosh—consolidation, downsizing. But the tech I’d been developing had been easy to sneak out. My little side project. It was coming in. "Yes, Baker and the 2nd Platoon tracked down their Command Group, and brought the trucks in. The Command Group was already dead when they got there, but they had to deal with the guards," the Major told him."We had a similar experience. Out trackers followed the tire tracks back to a small valley where the Command Group had set up before the attack. They and a few guards were all dead when we arrived also, and had been for some time. We found orders on the Officers of the Command Group, but. He asked if she had any particular areas that she would like home to concentrate on, and she said just a really relaxing massage would be great.As Terrance lowered the towel from Mary’s back, he couldn’t help but notice the sides of what seemed to be rather nice breasts. He moved the towel so that just the top of her bottom was still covered, and asked her if she was comfortable. When she said that she was, put some warm oil into both of his palms and started rubbing her very tight. I replied, “None, just my ex with a strapon.” She slapped my ass and said, “You make a perfect bottom bitch I can’t wait to set it up for you. The real thing will feel almost like what you have up there now.” She punctuated her sentence with a powerful thrust causing me to arch my back in pleasure. I said, “I’m not gay.” She replied, “It doesn’t matter if your gay or not. Who cares? You’re a bottom bitch and that’s that baby!” She began to pick up the pace slamming me harder and harder saying,.