"I'm ready for your big cock, big brother. Take me and make me your slut! I'm ready to be your slut, Marcus, please fuck me! I need you to fuck me,...please!" "I love you, little sister." he said, looking into her eyes. His cock moved forward and pressed right against her asshole, then pressed its way inside. She clamped the pillow over her face again, and it barely muffled her scream as he stretched her open enough to admit him. He held still until she quieted, them moved the pillow away. The Kennedy name plate, ship’s medallion and bell were gone, already attached to the new Kennedy. The Chief of Naval Operations wanted a name for the ship. It was simple - the USS Alexander Thomas CV67A. A new ship’s bell was in the process of being cast.If one of the new unnamed Fordson carriers were to be completed, it would be named for Thomas and the medallion and ships bell transferred to it. Then the CV67A would be used as a museum ship - which was unlikely - or else scrapped or sunk as a. ”“Well, yeah,” he said, patting me on the shoulder softly, “but I was talking about maybe finding a better time for your battles. She’s about to go into a studio and do a televised interview for the first time in five or six years and you decide now is the best time to lay into her.”“Then she needs to pick better times to make me her fucking whipping boy,” I replied. “The last time I slept was Sunday night. It’s now almost supper time Tuesday. I’m too fucking tired to put up with whiny fucking. Wayne returned shortly.He walked by me, reached into his desk and gave me a enema bottle to use in the bathroom. "Use this and come to the backroom. I'm going to make you a star!" I froze just looking at the bottle. Wayne was about to walk out but saw me in my frozen state. I started shaking as he place a hand on my shoulder. "Scared? It's ok but I promise nothing will happen that you don't want to. You are the star. It's all about you and you will be great!" His enthusiasm and high energy was.