Hmmmm, ooh, you really are a slut, aren't you," he laughed. "Well we can certainly accommodate these lists, as well as, of course, and foremost, seein... to my needs. Now, to both of you. I noticed, slave, that you put on this list that you do not want you both to be put in a situation where your relationship is ruined. I won't let that happen. First of all, we're all in this for our mutual satisfaction, although you will both be tested. Also, I have no desire to have such a slut for a wife,. All in the most intense and amazing way. I crashed inside myself with the intensity of the orgasm and still John allowed it to continue.Finally, he released my ankles and I immediately curled my legs up and shut them and dropped them between his legs, sealing my groin from Cody. But still I had a hard cock in my ass and the egg vibrating in my cunt. But that new pressure and contact was apparently too much now for John as he stiffened and drove his cock deeper into my ass and spewed his cum. They drank a lot of wine and seemed to enjoy the hors d'oeuvres, and I made sure that all their needs were taken care of. The conversation got louder with each new bottle of wine I would open; however, I got nervous when all of sudden things got quiet except for a few giggles. I could feel that they were talking about me, and I was worried about what they had in store.The ladies summoned me to the dining room. Madame Charlotte had a broad smile on her face, but it was Goddess Bridget who. One of the technicians said, “If that had been filled with Anthrax, anyone in that building would be in serious trouble.”Feeling numb, Mike sat down on the chair and thought about the comment. As far as he knew, Iran didn’t have any stores of Anthrax spores. He wondered if the Anthrax spores would even have survived the heat generated in launching the canister. That didn’t bother him as much as the thought that the only thing he knew Iran had was yellowcake Uranium. With a sick feeling in his.