"Well, instructions for how to get in the vault are also in the briefcase, as well as various pieces of paperwork, bearer bonds and whatnot. Most just...require your signature, and either of the ladies who run the finances can file them appropriately."The man suddenly paled a bit and gripped the arm of the chair."I fear that time is even shorter than I thought," he said. "I'm sorry, I won't be able to answer any more of your questions. Please, I understand that you have a place you worship Her?". That may sound odd, but these people needed me, and I found that I loved them pretty much the way an uncle would.Along that line, after clearing it with Erkla first, I brought Homer in as my direct assistant. As the first step, we made up some practice hand grenades and he learned to throw them. I didn't need both my gun and the grenades, myself, but I did need somebody to back me up. I couldn't look in all directions at once, and I knew that I could depend on Homer, so he became the obvious. My consciousness has, over the hours, spiraled down to only the basest of instincts. I am now at the same level as a dog, a bitch, when her owners come home after an extended time away. My excitement at hearing the benign sounds of footsteps is something I cannot even come close to describing, only that it is pure and raw. I struggle in desperation to sit up so that I might greet my Mistress with the respect and dignity that she deserves. It takes everything within me to wrestle my racked body. My hands suddenly clenched, knuckles white as I felt more of him enter me, and the loud guttural whine from my voice began. It was the start of my vocal litany during sex. A loud whine as I was entered, and a soft gasp as I was vacated, the frequency increasing as the man’s thrusting pace quickened, until there was nothing but a loud scream in my climax. It didn’t matter who I was with, from my first lover to Ben, all men including my husband made me do this. This night would be no.