As she was sitting she heard the door she had just come thru being locked. She sat down and noticed one door on her right and another door on her left...After a short minute the light on the speaker went on and a male voice said ?Good Morning Jill?. She said ?Good Morning ?in reply.?Jill, today will be your final exam?.It had all started about 1 year ago. One day Jill had been at the club, a BDSM club and she was looking thru the assorted magazines and books as she had not found anyone to play. It was written in her face and she didn't even have to say the words. It was just as well, because at that moment the door slammed open, startling them both.The incredibly large and imposing form of Gunny burst into the room. He was monstrously huge, wearing a olive green T-shirt that was too small for his frame. It only made Gunny's massive strength even more evident. He wore a set of desert camo fatigue pants and combat boots. A knife that was more of a short sword was on his belt, as well as. My name is Daniel.”I nodded sadly. “Fair enough. I’m sorry, Daniel. I don’t have anything clever to say. I can’t make it better. I am sorry that this happened – that you’re sick, and that he didn’t survive.”I was greeted with silence. I reached out and gripped his hand lightly, then stood. “If I could change it ... well. If there’s some way I can help, just let me know, alright?”I stepped outside and turned to close the door before he spoke. “Thank you for not offering useless platitudes.”I. The cum stains on my wife’s blouse were quite obvious, and helped to show off her nipples even more than just the sheer blouse. The material was glued to her tits as we walked into the theater. The counter guy just waved us in as he clearly noticed her tits.We strolled around the theater a bit, guys gazing at my slut wife, their eyes glued to her bouncing tits, the cum stains highlighting her tits and nipples even in the dim light.I finally took her up to the balcony and entered the row of.