It was a text from the delivery company saying my package arrived! Finally one good piece of news. I hurried home ignoring the usual group of older me... that always waited for me to walk by. They would whistle and tell me I should work for them and that they would pay much better than a wing joint. They eyed up my round ass and thick, toned thighs. My round curves and thin waist as a pair of over sized melons completed my assets. My large breasts were my biggest asset as well as my weakest flaw.. Then, she put one leg up on the sofa along its length.The other leg was still facing me.She was wearing a green knee length skirt and a white shirt.As she kept her right leg on the sofa, the gap between her legs widened and I accidentally glanced down at her crotch.Though it wasn’t revealing anything other than a little of her thighs, the widely spread legs had something provocative/attractive about it.Also, her arched back made me glance at her breasts too.I realized she caught me looking at. ”Ashley grabbed my ears and forced me to turn my head. She looked me in the eyes and I swear I could see lightning flashing inside her own baby blues. “Mark! I’ve about had it with you not being a dominant jerk.”“What?” I asked trying to pull my head out of her grasp. My ears hurt as she held me tight.“You own us. I don’t want to speak for the others, but you possess me completely. I haven’t just given you the right to own my body. You have my love. You are my reason for waking up each morning.. I recognized aviation as JBG Air Tractors and I was willing to bet the helicopters were JBG as well. I looked at the location index at the bottom of the picture. The location was forty miles west of Kano, Nigeria, which was sixty miles west of where the last village was destroyed by Boko-Haram and all the bodies were found.I sent an aide upstairs to get Marcy, Jenny and the two boys, ‘‘Tell the guests I will be back in a few minutes.’’The room had multiple computers and screens attached to big.