Alex, the doting husband, and father, believes that Serena is pure and innocent, and is totally oblivious to her dark needs, while keeping his own dec...dent activities a secret. This is, indeed, a bit of a pickle.”“A bit of a pickle?” Serena repeated, incredulously. “It’s a fucking nightmare!”Alexander, finally past his hurt and confusion, hurtled into rage and disgust. “How could you pretend to be my pure, faithful, vanilla wife while you fuck John and, God knows, who else at that club?”“Well,. Kick the tires, light the fires ... somebody else made sure the thing would fly.The Royal Navy had an unwritten rule ... First officers on down ... never marry. Captains Must be married.Zo was an excellent conversationalist ... and she was up on current events. With her white gloved hand settled in the crook of my elbow, she guided me between groups of officers and the visiting Congressional Fact-finding mission ... vacationing House and Senate members on junket. (They were looking into bases. Maybe it would loosen up his dancing.“Proper Muslims don’t drink at all,” said Mo. “I’ll just have an orange juice. Thanks.”“Okay,” said Mia, slightly to Mo’s surprise. He watched her go and join the scrum at the bar. It felt wrong that a girl was going to the bar instead of a guy, but as she’d said this way there was less chance of them all being thrown out.Mia got to the bar and started to ease her way in between two big guys, who had a little gap between them because they were friends and. With my tits exposed and nipples clamped and arse filled I was ready. He told me that he would parade me around the car park and then head for the woods. As we walked I could feel the eyes of several guys watching me, and I felt so turned on. As we approached the end of the carpark a guy got out of his car and we stopped to talk to him. My friend told him that I was his slut and that I was there to be used by as many men as possible. The three of us then walked into the woods. We headed for a.