Eighteen hundred miles behind the wake of the Pershing, in the sleepy little town of Kempsville, a short distance from Norfolk, Cathy Sadler was also ...atching the clock tick toward twenty-one hundred. While she watched she was seductively dancing and stripping in front of three friends of her husband. She had known when Charlie had called her and asked her to have dinner with him what was going to happen. Charlie had promised Harry that he would look in on Cathy from time to time to see if she. Can I ask about my concubines?” I replied.“The two you brought, the blond and the redhead,” the attendant said. He seemed dismissive about the two women.”“Ashley and Aine,” I corrected him.“Look, I don’t care what you call them. You could call them Cunt and Booger if you wanted. They are your possessions and that’s all I need to know about them,” the attendant said.I could hear Lenore’s breath hiss. She started to rise to her feet, but I used my left hand to wave her away as I sat up. “I’d. This is where his food and water bowls are. His food bowl is empty, of course. He had gulped that down this morning. Maggie had giggled at how he ate so fast. He like that sound she made. Maggie happy.Gunnar paused in the kitchen and listened. The door next to the kitchen was where Maggie would come from when she came. There was always a sound, like a growl but not really a growl. Then the door would open and there would be Maggie. Where she went, he couldn’t even guess. He just knew she would. How about you tell me what you do in the army or where you come from before we talk about doing what we all know we want sexually. I'd like to know something about the guy attached to a dick before I place my lips around it." My voice exhibited the sexual tension his kiss had instilled in me and the throbbing in my clit necessitated my crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs tightly as my leg pumped quickly. He spent the next ten minutes telling us where he was from and that he was recently.