We had to support all the field sites too. Some ten thousand users scattered across all 50 states and a couple of dependencies. And they were not real...y in big clumps anywhere. Most were little more than ten or twenty people in a broom closet, or in an annex in somebody else's building. We did not even own the network beyond the headquarters where all this data would be flowing. That was not my concern, although I was going to get the grief if the system bottlenecked somewhere.We were at the. The Rookie returned to the street, hearing the rain pattering on his helmet. It had been hours, and the storm still hadn’t let up. Fortunately, his BDU was rated for vacuum, and so there was no chance of him getting wet.He darted back inside the cover of the building as a Phantom made a low pass overhead, blocking the rain for a moment as it hovered directly above him, the bright circle that its searchlight cast on the wet street very nearly catching him. Perhaps it would be wiser to avoid open. Now, some of you reading this story may have noticed that I referred to my wife as a "slut" a few times. Since I get so many queries about that, I thought I would end this story by telling you why I do that. My wife and I have talked about this several times, and for us, a "slut", is a hot, horny woman, who "CHOOSES" to fuck, who and when she wants to, because she is horny and "wants" to fuck! Whereas a "whore", we think of more like a prostitute, who fucks whomever will give her what she. They sat in the lounge, where the girls stripped to their bodysuits. Jack was sitting on an armchair when Jean and Su started to undo his trousers, they soon had him naked. Jean said, “Jack, that is the biggest cock I have seen in my life. I love your big testicles. Jack, let me go on top too, that is one hell of a cock you have.” Jean then started playing with Jack’s balls as Su went down on him. Ruth was sitting on another armchair, she was sipping Champagne as she watched, with her other.