Confusion of another sort rapidly filled the chamber, as many representatives rose from their seats and moved towards the windows to see what was happ...ning."ALERT!" the comm units spaced at frequent intervals through the chamber thundered. "WE ARE UNDER ATTACK. THE EXPLOSIONS YOU HEAR ARE SUB-ORBITAL BOMBS. GENERAL POPULACE TAKE COVER IN DESIGNATED SHELTERS. WARRIORS TO STATIONS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, WE ARE CURRENTLY UNDER ATTACK FROM AS YET UNIDENTIFIED. “Let’s call it a sixty-eight, I do you and you owe me one!” She continued. “Let’s get you fitted. After we’re done I need to find a ride to the tourney tomorrow.”I took the hint. “I’m not sure that I’m going to go yet-“Her abrupt laugh cut me off. “If you weren’t going you wouldn’t be having me fix your chainmail now, would you?”I blushed and pondered the pattern of the rug on the floor. “Well if I go then he’ll think that I’m his to command,” I lamented.Sylva’s expression grew serious. “And if. Terry sighed. They were stuck at a standstill. On top of all that, she was horny. Mike hadn't fucked her in weeks. If it hadn't been one thing, it was another. They'd been packing and planning for their vacation. Okay, maybe if she was really honest, she hadn't exactly asked him for sex either.Still, it was definitely strange for them to go so long without. And she knew he'd been masturbating. Now to ask her for a threesome after ignoring her for weeks was fishy to say the least. Terry wanted. Afterwards I got my undergarments out of my bag. Lisa had packed the most sexy pieces I had and nothing but. I put my bra and matching G string on. The bra and g string were black satin with lace and a pink rose in the middle. It was a push up bra that made my 38DDs pop out at you, not that they needed any help. The black embroidered thigh highs with a garter belt came next. Looking at the bright red dress, I got to wondering if it would fit. As I slipped it over my head, I had to pull it into.