“You know what a slut likes?” he teased, “A slut with a wet cunt wants fucking,” he said and I felt the first pressure of his cock on me. He ...pread my legs some more. I felt vulnerable and started to ache for his cock. I was ready for him to fuck me and looked up at him: “Please,” I said. “Please fuck me Dad.” It was what I had been trained to say and in this moment the words just came out and I was at home with my Dad and he always told me to ask him…now without thinking…those words came. Our top psychiatrist tells me that despite their despicable treatment there, he believes that if they can be returned to your farm, their recovery will be much more rapid."He terminated the call, and I was forced to explain to Kurt what lay behind all this at some length.Next, I told him something about CS&S, our new 737-700 fleet, and the rapid growth of the last few days. When I asked him if he was interested in working for us, Kurt's response was an emphatic "Yes. When can I start?"After we. When he did go home, he used only the kitchen and den; he only went to their bedroom to change clothes and use the bathroom. Their bedroom was no longer theirs; Laura had left, moved out. Almost moved out, Dan thought to himself. He could tell she stopped by one day to take more of her clothes, but some were still in her closet, her dresser. Dan called no one; he ate something, changed clothes, and he watched television with a drink at his side until bedtime. Even ESPN and vodka tonic failed. “Ikra is the word for hope. Those are some of our oldest warships in service. They are not crewed and in the shipyards.”“Do you still use them?”“I don’t think so. It might be possible for us to give you some of those ships. How many would you need?”“If you are willing to part with some of them and give us the personnel to train our crews in how to operate, it would fill in the roster of warships we use. We have the people to crew them, and it wouldn’t be too much of a loss on your end. Give us.