Otherwise it was just the same ... waiting for the loser to fall.There's something about having fifteen and a half million bucks that makes a guy want...to live.As the thirteen year old I couldn't tell anyone what I did ... because it was reaction ... strictly reacting to the situation ... what ever it was ... it worked. The witnesses were shocked.I couldn't tell them what I did as a 55 year old colonel. A specifically trained hand to hand combat killer of the SOG ... an organization of the Army. I used to go on to him every night and squeeze his man-b00bs and his rod and scuk on them regularly for almost a month.One day he said that he might get confused about the feelings between us could get him in to trouble when he has to do it with a girl and wanted me to stop it.I never went on to him for at least a week and after a week I couldn’t control and placed my hands on his waist and hugged him to sleep better but after some time he lost his cool and directed my head down to his rod. She stood in front of the cam and held her skirt up, and while I sat there transfixed, she looked back at me with a naughty smile.Angela: Well… I am comfortable, so why don’t you get comfortable too Daddy?With that prompt, I took my shirt and boxers off and sat there with my throbbing cock in my hand. Angela chuckled and spread her ass cheeks.Angela: This ass is all yours, daddy. Like how they spread and bounce? (Angela twerked gently making her ass bounce.)Me: Sweetheart, I wanna fuck you. Her breasts were rising and falling with each panting breath."Now Zoe here has something for special occasions that I would also recommend, particularly for breasts such as your slaves; and that would be a shield. Show the master, Zoe." Zoe stepped forward and pushing her breast up and out displaying a gold shield looking like flames surrounding the nipple, held there by a bar through the nipple. They really were quite lovely pieces of jewelry. "We have a number of different styles including.