I backed the machine to the fighter access platform and shut down after opening the back. I disconnected and climbed out before crossing my legs and s...tting. Now I just needed to wait, one of the other owners would come to me.I did not have the highest rank in the league but I had never lost a fight and had won over fifty. The first to walk in was with a swagger and sneer. He glanced around before climbing the ladder to the fighter platform, "I was told you are the best fighter."I glanced at. They dreaded her releasing the footage onto the web with their wet pussies, writhing naked bodies, and their faces so identifiable and obviously being fucked, fingered or eaten to orgasm.And up until she’d got carried away with Yvonne she’d got away with it.Anyway the extra admissions gave my wife Sally and me the feeling that our policy of making Becky our sex slave was working. We had her blackmail videos from her laptop so she couldn’t run off, and Vonnie and her two fellow victims were all. Sure we have had our rough patches, what marriage doesn't? But we talk to each other and love each other, and that's what matters. We started out with me having been in the military for only about a year and a half when we met. We ended up serving twenty-three years together. It may sound weird to talk about us both serving our country, but in reality, military spouses serve too, just in a different way.The military spouse has to put up with the constant moving, the low pay (well, it was back. Her dark Bambi eyes glowed with love for him and her long, dark hair was fanned out over his pillow, feeling like strands of silk as he brushed his fingers over it. Then he put his hand to her cheek and ran his thumb over her lush lips, smiling when she pursed them, kissing his thumb softly. Then he closed his light hazel eyes and moaned when she parted her lips and ran the tip of her tongue up the rough flesh, noting how surprisingly erotic it felt when a tingle traveled straight from his.