"Or they are feeling fat and happy and don't think they need to send out patrols." Galahad sneers at my caution."Don't count on it boy." Gunga Din com...s to my defense as he said he would."Enough. we have a job. lets get it done. and get home this evening." Saber breaks it up.Gunga Din gives Saber a sharp nod, I incline my head in a short bow. Together we turn and head away from the Hummer. Feeling along my right arm for the lumpy points I activate my chameleon circuitry. There is a grunt of. She started by taking one of Jon’s hands and placing it atop one of her breasts that she’d extracted from her stretchy scoop neck top. As all the men watched, she said, “Now, Jon, this is a breast – pretty good-sized one, you must admit. You need to be aware of what it is, because this is one way to start what is called ‘foreplay.’ You need to use this with your new bride, because it will ultimately lead to what is called fucking, and that’s a really good thing to do with a new bride. I assume. ‘I know this looks frightening, and the vulnerable look in your eyes makes you all the prettier,’ she whispered, ‘but if you are a nice little girl and follow Auntie’s orders without hesitation, I’ll go easy on you when its time for the punishment.’ That put me a bit at ease. She sounded truthful, and I knew that I would anything to ensure she would lighten my punishment. I dreaded to imagine the kind of torture she could inflict in this room. ‘Now be a good little niece and undress your aunt.’. After all, the girl in question had given me certain indications that I had taken as a sign that she was ready, willing, and able to screw me stupid. Unfortunately, when I made a move to act on that belief, the little prick-tease slapped my face and told me to leave. What choice did I have? When a bimbo changes her mind, she changes her mind. So I hightailed it back home, not having the slightest expectation of finding my own Mom spread out naked on the couch fucking a ten-inch, black dildo.