Damn the man was serious; he needed to warn off the others before half the team was in the stockade.“Alright, what is this mission? What has your fu...y this day that you recalled ALL of us?” Ruslan asked his interest peaked, had to be damn good to anger the man this much.With a growl the General started, “it’s that bastard who dares to call himself my son.” Ruslan’s eyes shot open, then a sinister smile slow spread across his face. “We need to kill this son of a bitch. That shouldn’t be hard. I sat down and made myself a large drink of water waiting for her. She finally walked out in an outfit I am still in disbelief over, a sheer white sleeveless undershirt (her lack of a bra was evident, her dark, crinkled nipples very visible) and jean shorts cradling her curvy hips and plump ass, the zipper shoved all the way down by her belly. Her top was just a bit too small, resting just above her outie belly button showing a crescent of tanned belly. Completing her outfit (if you could call. I try to avoid Daphne anytime I see her. I like her husband a lot more. He is really a nice guy. His slave name is Piglet. He is an accountant and pays all her bills. Piglet wears a cock cage 24/7 and is her cuckold. She never has sex with him. He loves her very much, and I think she cares for him. He seems happy that she serves Master Lamont.“Lamont was checking this one out. She has a cute little ass. You want to try a little dark meat for dinner, honey?” she asked Buttercup.“She is with me,”. After this lastedfor a while, I then heard the other man say to my father, "go slow, it'sbeen a while since we did this" and father said something back to him thatI was unable to clearly hear. There was more shifting on the couch as Iwondered what they were getting ready to do. From what I could see theywere both back on the couch and had evidently stopped kissing but werestill moving around a lot. Next I heard the unmistakable sound of a gaspfollowed by a painful grunting that continued for.