"Oh yes did he tell you about our last time, sexy story he was as drunk as a skunk I woke up to him trying to stick it up me. He was a bit puzzled aft...rwards as to how blood got all over his cock." So why did you let him do it?" I didn't... I..." So he raped you?" No, but..." You're an officer and you let yourself be buggered whenever he wanted you." NO!" she nearly shouted."Yes," he grabbed her and through her across the desk.He pulled her cheeks apart and spat into her crack rubbing it into. .. a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they did feel my ass and boobs up.Herbert. A blue stream flowed out from her main mass and formed a sticky puddle beneath his feet.Don't panic.The control panel flickered and swayed like a bad picture on an antique television set. It was still there and he still had to follow the rules laid out for the battle. He hoped the same was true for Suraimo.He was bound. First he had to select Struggle.In the background the notes of the battle theme stretched out like soft plastic over a naked flame, slowing down and going lower until it seemed. Jack was impressed. "You made all this?"Midge nodded proudly. She had always been a good cook, and she was glad her hands hadn't failed her. "Yup. All this." My, my!" The pride in Jack's voice was unmistakable. "It is terrific."Dinner was a slow affair, and more than once, Jack was tempted to comment on the confluence of the soft light and the flickering candle in creating a romantic atmosphere, but noticing her distant expression, he realized that something was ruining her mood. Unpleasant.