The fucking SOB had messed with the wrong person this time - I was angry as hell! As the captain and private haul me toward the new mess tent I order,..."I want that fucking bastard found! If the drone can't find him, perhaps the Apaches can. Get them in the air and then get me the backup wheelchair out of my disabled chopper..."Present – Ben – At the cabinI was elated at taking out bastard Mike's chopper and blowing the wheel completely off his fancy wheelchair. But now we needed to get the hell. It was beautiful there, the air was cleaner than in the city, you could see the lake from the cabin, there was boats, 4 wheelers, I knew it was going to be a good time. After we had a few beers, and ate, Amber suggested we skinny dip in the lake... we were all drunk enough to be down to do it. We ran to the lake and stripped naked, and jumped in. The water was kind of cold, but not bad. You could see Ambers naked body in the moon light, she was gorgeous. John, well he was sexy and muscular,. Would he never learn to give an answer without getting himself in more trouble? I do believe that his continual sissification was dumbing him down. He might very well end up an empty-headed, bimbo, maid & cocksucker, not that those aren’t useful commodities in my household. My latex cocktail dress prevented me from putting a knee in his back to pull in the laces. “Breathe in wimp,” I ordered. “Mistress, he gasped, “I am.” A final tug drew the restrictive garment down just a bit more. “Comfy?” I. The door to his room slammed shut. “Shit,” she said. Sighing and utterly frustrated now, she picked up the dishes and headed for the kitchen. She washed and put the dishes on the drying rack. Finished with the chore, she wondered now what to do about Daniel. She did know one thing, though; her body needed a dick, and no amount of masturbating was going to satisfy her pussy now. He was the nearest relief and so biting her lip, she conceded to pursue him. Patricia went up to her room to.