" He looked at the monitor, amazed at what little remained of the building he'd been watching. "Good luck, whoever you are. I hope you make it out." S...rge," Private Chad Tarkin spoke up, his voice more a question than a statement."What is it, Tarkin?" Uh – you called the subject a maid but then said it was a 'he'. What gives?" Maid is an acronym, Private," the Sarge said as the ship turned around. "It stands for 'Military Asset, Interest Delayed'. It's a term HQ uses for a high value, high CAP. My cock was stirring, the pull of the ball sack making anything other than a painful erection impossible. Madge lifted herself up and my wife's cunt replaced it, like her mothers and aunt it smelt like she had cum and I could see cunt juice holding the lips together. The wife moved down and her arse came into view, her feet pushed against my arms which moved my legs and pulled my balls even further, I gasped and opened my mouth wide, her arse hole opened and a turd started to extract itself. Shit! You turned your head, I had the sun in my eyes, so I couldn’t tell if yours eyes where closed or open. You didn’t say anything. I just had to think of something else. You kept moaning, just softly, almost so I couldn’t hear it. Seemed as you where biting your lips too. You widened your legs and said: “My thighs and legs too plz”. I put some lotion in my hands this time, crawled down between your feet, making you widening your legs even more. At first I did your lower legs, but soon I. Sue was escorted in by our daughter Sarah, whom I mentioned earlier. My wife was wearing a full-length red satin robe I had chosen, and her makeup was sparse, her fingernails and shoeless toenails unpainted. Sarah, as her Presenter, spoke first, in the tradition manner: "We are gathered here today to reaffirm this whore's utter worthlessness, and to celebrate, once again, the power of the men who rightly control females with their beautiful, and immensely powerful, cocks." Amen," said the.