"I opened what appeared to be a box similar to what a shirt would come in, but found documents inside, One item, a framed certificate of incorporation... read, "JPR Performance, Inc." Attached to it was a letter from the Secretary of State's office, which read,"Dear Mr. Langley:Per your request, we have dissolved the corporation of Langley Racing, Inc., and have formed the corporation of JPR Performance, Inc. Officers are to be Mr. John Carpenter, President and CEO; Ms. Patricia Dannon,. Be nice to my slave now.’ ‘You just don’t worry about him, girl’ Jesse said, approaching. ‘We’re gonna be real nice.’ ‘Hey,’ Linda snapped. ‘We have more stations for those who need to be adjusted,’ she said with a smile. Jesse was a pure top. He went straight for my mancunt, spreading my cheeks and tonguing and sucking my hole, his fingers probing into me. Kevin stood facing me, slowly stroking his big black cock and pinching my nipples. My breath was quickening. Linda had moved over to the. As I got more and more into blowing the meat in front of me, everything else in the room kind of slipped away from my attention. I tried to swallow as much as I could and then let it slip back from my lips, he was so much thicker and longer than me, I'd have been jealous if I wasn't so hungry for it. Soon I was bobbing up and down on it like I'd been sucking cock for years.I felt hands behind me on my waist, pulling my ass upwards, pulling my pants off. My ass was now bare naked and exposed to. Anyone gets in the way they get hurt. Because I looked after my people they were always ready to go the extra mile for me when it counted. We respected and trusted each other, and we looked after each other. That’s what you need when you’re out there surrounded by the enemy in much larger numbers than you are.”Sophie chimes in with, “Ain’t that the truth, Captain. All in, all out. Knowing your buddies aren’t leaving without you, dead or alive, makes it a lot easier to go in. Especially on the.