I was terrible, and I can never repay you for what I did. Please forgive me. Please?"Eric's crying lessened, but his breathing gasped, trying to catch...all the breath he let loose sobbing."I don't know. You hurt him pretty bad." Naomi petted Eric's head.Eric turned his head and looked pitiful, hoping Naomi would keep holding him. The fire in his behind cooled and stilled. He was as tender as a new kitten, but Ms. Cottin's surprisingly gentle touch began to grow on him. She very lightly massaged. The L-1 is intended for littoral waters, and the A-1 for blue water — or whatever colour it might be on those other worlds. The L-1 can launch amphibious assaults like the old Landing Ship Tank designs from World War II, except completely submerged. The A-1 is to be armed with missiles and torpedoes. There's another two classes of sub, the trainers called the T-1 and the carriers called the C-1 or Comedian class." Carriers?" George asked dubiously.The Commodore nodded enthusiastically. "Think. “Mark!” She screamed. “What are you doing?” “Oh shit!” The guy yelled running out the bathroom. I didn’t care about the guy to be honest. All I could do was stare numbly at my wife with some guys jizz in her face. I stood there staring at her while she began screaming telling me what a sorry sack of shit I was, and how the guy’s dick was better in every way. She yelled that he and others had been fucking her for months and she was glad I knew. She told me to get my shit and get out. I left. Her mind near to blowing, as the power surged through her body, at less voltage than before but still enough to cause her sex to contract in a most enjoyable way. Successive stabs of Tim`s controlling finger, setting up a rhythm that she was powerless to resist, a massive orgasm hitting her in a way and a level that she had never before reached, her head thrown back against her restraining board, fingers clenching , knuckles white, breathing deep and gasping, the pillory fortunately holding her.