A concubine in an ill-fitting, armoured, heated suit at the controls – Sergeant-Major Blondell's Greg being the only person on the entire planet who...knew how to drive a stick.Out in space, the four crewmen aboard the surviving pair of Star Arrows cursed impotently. They were weaponless and, thanks partially to their inexperience and partially to their excitement, had mismanaged their fuel consumption and couldn't make it to the fuel depot without a long period of slow coasting. They were now. At last, of course, Tiffany creamed herself on my cock and I erupted into her slick snatch, shooting my white-hot demon spunk as close as possible to her womb. The deed was done. Tiffany Trump was mine now. I walked over to Ivanka, grabbed her by her hair, shoved my dick down her throat, and began face-fucking her with her sister’s pussy juices still dribbling down her chin. While Tiffany sliced her own neck open to turn succubus in my sight, I made her elder sister gag with my massive demon. Guess how well that worked out for her?”“I’d say it didn’t work out well at all, from her perspective.”“Exactly,” I said. “But what I learned through the years, and with quite a bit of heartache, was that the real issue was that I wanted to make my own decisions and control my own destiny. My mom actually forbade me to marry pretty much any girl I actually liked, including Kara. Again, you can see how well that worked. As I’ve heard said before, the surest way to get a teenager to do ANYTHING. That was a part of his life he didn't talk much about, particularly with new employees. People sometimes got the wrong idea. Just like when they called him heartless for taking the old couple's livelihood just because their only son died on the operating table, and they lacked the money to make their note payment on time. Hell, business is business, he always said, and if you can't take it, you shouldn't be in it. At least that was the way Henry Hawkins saw things -- he never believed in giving.