‘You *like* him!’ ‘I do not,’ Rainey protested, leaning down to gather the bags she’d dropped and to shield her face from Karen’s eyes. �...You are such a liar,’ Karen laughed. ‘There’s nothing wrong with having a crush on someone you work with. *Especially* when that someone is freakin’ gorgeous and walking around with a British accent tucked away like some secret weapon.’ Shaking her head at that unique description of Aidan, Rainey stood up, holding out some of the bags for Karen to take. ‘Okay,. Opening it, I saw a curved metal cage,with a lock. I recognized immediately, it was a cock cage. So she musthave plans to control me that way as well. My pulsed quickened even more,as that was a truly secret fantasy that I had never told anyone. How hadshe known about that?I stepped over to the closet and opened the door. Hanging on the closetrod were 5 or 6 maid's uniforms, each one was slightly different in colorand design, but each had its own apron and was trimmed in lace. Therewere a few. “And don’t forget that they are expecting three deliveries of women here tonight,” he added right before snapping a salute and then climbing onto his sled. I followed suit and we jetted into the night sky.“Jesus!” General Blacknell gasped when we uncloaked next to him twenty-three minutes later. He had fifty MPs and two dozen FBI agents with him. Twenty S-TACs and ten ambulances were parked nearby.“General Conklin says that you two kicked ass and took names over there,” he said. “Hopefully, you. Blitz’s undies were partially torn. Through the holes Harold could see heavy veins throbbing and a wild bush of hair sticking through. The boar’s hand disappeared in his undies and took out a huge dick. “Yo dawg, come check out this filthy massive!”, he said. Blitz didn’t lie. His dick had the girth and the size of a beer can and Harold stared at it in disbelief and longing. “It’s… it’s… aaaaawwwessome… Can’t see how it can get any bigger when it’s hard”, Harold mumbled in complete worship. .