The will to fight against all odds no matter how impossible, relying upon your instincts to survive to see yet one more day. It is the killer instinct...which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in a combat situation, such as this one. Weapons are only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill, and instead your enemy will kill you instead. This would be bad and would really piss the. I moan again I Feel myself pulsing with excitment and want. I come up from your cock and with a light blush across my cheek. Master , please fuck me. My blush deepening at the request and your smile. You grab my collar and bring me around the end of the couch bending me over the edge so my ass is in the air and my heads on the pillows of the cussions. I automatically lay my hands over my head and as I feel you sticking in a finger I squearm. You pull out the egg and lay it on a table behind. I served the traditional Christmas lunch with all the trimmings, we quickly seemed to get through the first two bottles of wine, and I was sent to get two more. Robert talked about his wife during the lunch but it was still Mary dominating the conversation. I had not realised that we were sat at the table having taken over three and a half hours to complete lunch. I cleared the table and washed up the plates and utensils taking me a good half hour. As I came into the lounge Mary was sitting. Yet?I said that I had not and that I didn't like her games. Sheilastated that I had better sit down and listen intently because she wasonly going to say this once!She clearly stated she was sick and tired of my selfish ways andthat I had two choices. Number one was to get a divorce. Sheilahanded me an envelope and said to review the papers and to sign themis all you have to do. She would file them and not have a problemmoving on if that was my choice.Second choice is the one she said she would.