” I said glaring at her. I looked back at him. “Do you understand me?” I asked again forcefully.“Ye….Yes sir.” He stammered timidly again ...ooking to the floor.“Marion take your clothes off and lie on the bed.”“Daddy I can’t you….”“Don’t fucking argue with me.” I interrupted, “Strip now. And you as well you fucking wimp.”The look in their eyes was a mixture of confusion and fright. Marion stood up and with her back to me stripped naked. Then she sat on the end of the bed trying to cover her tits. We would wait to see what the Parthas Government and Military would try next.The pictures returned by the Eagles from the crash scene showed a lot of property destruction created by the crashed planes, plus from the large fires and explosions that followed the crashes. There was also collateral destruction from the laser fire that had brought the planes down. The Falcons found no indications of enemy infiltration.There was no further activity in our area from the Parthas Government or Military. A good phuk. A one in a thousand.He was in his late 40s when I met him - me in my late teens. For quite a while he was a sugar daddy - best years of my life.He had a big cock (over 8”) which was quite intimidating at first but the money was good and his expert-level experience in the bedroom was a huge advantage. I was not too sure when he requested (at our 2nd meeting no less) anal. I refused and all was good but by the time we met 5 times he was practically insisting and I realised I would. I repeated the sequence at least twenty times,getting more and more tired each sequence.Finally, I heard a siren, but it seemed like it took forever to get here.In the meantime, I kept at it, breath, breath, compress chest thirty times,check response, again and again. By the time the medics arrived, I wasexhausted. One of them took my hands off his chest, and said, "OK, girly;we'll take over now. Stand down. Do you know what's going on?"I gasped and said, "Maybe some of his friends know. .