All I know is that you’re going to get what you deserve!” With that, he throws me into the back of the car, next to the drunken kid, and starts dr...ving. I don’t know where we were going, but about ten minutes later, he pulls into a hotel parking lot. I hear him radio in that he needs to be out of service for a bit because of a personal issue, and then he goes inside. My mind is buzzing with possibilities, still horny as fuck, but scared that’d I’d really screwed up. As I ponder how I got here,. The rumour went that he wasn’t married because he loved whores too much and would spend his paycheques immediately, taking three or four of them at the same time, paying for a night of pleasure. Zoran heard from somebody that once, at the manoeuvres, he fucked a local hooker on sand sacks, in plain view of about hundred soldiers.He was now lying on the bed helpless, like a little c***d. What a difference from his shouting at us, his hard glance and cruel voice and this man in front of me, naked. There was a time when even walking around the house naked, in front of my husband was something I would never do. Sex was for the bedroom, and occasionally outside or in the car, but never, never , ever if there was a chance someone might see us. I wasn't a prude. I love sex and hubby and I were like rabbits when we first got married, but to me it was always supposed to be something special and private and certainly nothing that would involve others participating in some way.NOT ME!!!!. Many times we had a ‘working’ lunch. On occasion Lynn would join us. The two women had different personalities but complemented each other in their work. Sherrie was extroverted and outgoing. Lynn was quiet and reserve. Both were dedicated to the Center and in helping the women. It was nearing Christmas and I figured to give a gift to each staff member. In consultation with Mrs. Jordon, I explained my idea. ‘Is it okay to give a Christmas gift to the staff? A turquoise ring to the ladies and a.