I set the chair down and turned to face Kelli. But before I could say anything, she slapped her hand up hard into my scrotum and then grabbed the sho...ked bag of balls in a fist that locked down on them. “If you ever tell anyone about what we just did, not only will I own these, your pretty little wife will never want to see them again either!!! I own these!!! You belong to me. You will smell my ass when I want, lick my cunt clean and suck on my tits until I cum a hundred times before I let. To make sure all of this happens I need to be in the warrior caste."Now to the younger members of our group along with Greg and Lasha. There has been a lot of fighting recently. This was me. My big mouth forced King Rontem to command me to not only fight but to rescue those that needed it. Before that there was the farm that originally had Caputo held Greg. Chuck, Jerry, Sam, Betts and I were the ones that made the raid."Greg burst out, "But commandos did that." It was us along with some extra. This story is what happens to a person who letsthat principle blind him to other possibilities. Possibilities thatcould, and would, change his life, forever.This story started as an idea and first draft by Annabelle and with herblessing was rewritten and finished by Elaine.Chapter One: ResearchCarl Johnson looked over at his father. His father looked no more thanforty to forty-five years old but in fact he was now in his earlysixties and was bent over a computer keyboard typing away. Despite. I decided to do that while Tammy finished up. Sliding by her in the kitchen, I put my hands on her shoulders, so she wouldn’t back into me accidentally. “Excuse me Tam,” I said, as I brushed by. Dropping the knife onto the cutting board, she replied, “I can’t do this any more!” Backing away, I answered, “What’s that??” “I can’t do this any more! I can’t pretend that life is good. That you're just a friend!” she blurted out, turning to face me. Wrapping her hands around my neck, she planted an.