”Debra shuddered, taking a deep breath. She lifted her head and looked into his face. Her hand darted for his crotch.“A hand-job!” she hissed. �...�It was only a hand-job, was it? Jerry, I want more than some goddamn hand-job!” She squeezed his crotch, hard.Jerry gasped.“I don’t want to give you a hand-job, Jerry!” she said, fighting to keep from screaming her hungers at him. “I don’t want to jack you off, do you hear me? I want ... I want...”She grabbed his shoulder with her other hand, holding. I had spent 15 years in the Army. I retired only because I was wounded in blue on green* incident in Afghanistan. I was given a medical discharge and an 80% disability. I walk with cane and a noticeable limp, and I have scars on both arms, my back, and both legs. Thankfully, I had my back turned when the grenade exploded so I don’t scare women and children until I take my shirt off. I am now COO of a family corporation that produces computer games that have underlying educational aspects. Our. He knows his place. His cock bounds upward with lustful desire as he lays eyes upon his leather clad warrior goddess, her enormous breasts, trying to break free of her bustier, the thin leather showing her nipples as large as a normal mans pinky finger popping through. Her corseted tightly bound waist creaks with every movement sending waves of electricity through his tiny body. Her leathered thighs tight and shapely, accentuating her curvaceous figure, showing the smoothness of her lines. She. I looked at her pussy for a few seconds and then looked up at her face. She was blushing deeply. Her pale skin down her neck and chest were flushed a deep pink color. “You have a sexy pussy, Mrs. Jennings. It’s a nice fat pussy and it’s so wet.” She turned her head in embarrassment. I found her embarrassment arousing. I looked back down between her legs, used my knees to spread her thighs further apart, placed my hands on the back of her upper thighs, and spread her legs even further.