." I started to say."But we'll do it tomorrow night." Ginny interrupted. "Tonight I have a bit of rewarding to do for my man here for putting this roc... on my finger." She said, raising her hand again for the umpteenth time."So, we will all get together tomorrow, at my house around noon for a little lunch and an 'orientation session', and while we're doing that we'll plan a little celebration for tomorrow night. Sound good?" I asked, as if it had been my original plan.With everyone in agreement,. Tabatha wandered about the cave for a while, watching the women work. Some were scraping the last vestiges of skin off the insides of fresh furs with sharp-edged, flat stones; two were working thin, flexible vines into a kind of carrying basket, probably for transporting fruits or tubers they might find. One was using a thin slab of shale as a skillet to melt down some unknown powder into a paste, occasionally spitting on it to keep it moist.Tabatha had no idea what that might be used for, so. We got into my bedroom and I peeled my trunks down, proudly displaying my need for her, my hard cock bouncing before her eyes, I reached out and slipped my hand under her top and tugged on her nipple, it was that easy, my own personal Barbie doll, and I started to stroke my cock as she smiled and watched.Eventually I asked her to like my balls, I was desperate to see her face down between my legs working on my crotch, and she did not disappoint, her tongue almost immediately started to rim my. ”“Up-armour, what kind of armour upgrades are we talking about?”“Nothing I’d like to talk about over the phone, but this is as big as the F-18 thing I tried doing for you. I really need to upgrade my security. I have none. I have an employee dealing with Allied Barton, but I’ll contact them directly and speed things along. In the meantime, for national security reasons, I think PPCLI (Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry) should lend me a section. Have a couple guys patrol my place 24/7.