Revealing that detail, that I've been pushed around by some big-tittied, hung bully would honestly be harder to accept than the hell I go through on a...daily basis. I've been made to kiss and lick her shoes, armpits and feet; she absolutely gets off to humiliating and defeating me. The worst part is that the only meals I have for lunch are absolutely drowned in her globby, disgustingly thick cum. She makes me take my meals and tray into the bathroom, adding her "bitch-milk" to it. She called me. "I kissed her back before continuing, which didn't help the tent problem at all."Well, we were arguing, again, about her telling me the names of the girls she thinks are targets. She still won't talk but I think she gave me a clue as to where to go to get the information." I explained what Rebecca had told me.As soon as I mentioned Rod and Paul, Allison started in with the Mission Impossible stuff, "dunt-duh, da-da-dunt-duh, da-da dunt duh."Shannon picked it up immediately, "Cool! Mission. Well it was more than a holiday, my husband had taken up with our son's wife and the pair had run away together, it had been a very unpleasant time for both my son and myself, but we'd kept our heads down and now I was going to stay with him for a week or so in Spain where he lived, we intended getting our heads together to talk about selling our houses and buying a pub, or even a bar in Spain!I felt positive about my life now he'd gone, I'd done things I'd never have dreamt of doing when I was. Demora desperately wanted to hit her classmate, preferably with something heavy enough to pierce his thick skull. Her fantasy was interrupted, however, as the even larger fantasy around her ended. The lights of the fictitious starship grew to their normal intensity and a section of the wall gave way, allowing the senior officer who was observing the exercise to step onto the bridge.As uncomfortable as losing the battle had been, Demora had the impression that the debriefing and critique that.