Uh ... yes, sir,” he said. I could hear an audible gulp.“I don’t talk about it, Willy. Very few of us do. It was just something we had to do. Al...ost all of us end up with problems afterwards. Talking doesn’t necessarily help.”“Problems? Like PTSD?”“It doesn’t affect my job, Senior Patrolman. It’s under control, has been for years, but yeah, it’s there,” I responded.“Huh.” We drove around silently for a few minutes and Willy said, “I was talking to Madison last night.” I looked at him and he. When answering questions, they used sir and ma’am. They didn’t make little comments about how much money they had. Harry had even mentioned getting a part-time job. That had impressed him.There had even been an amusing incident when the daughter’s date had arrived. Greg had asked the young man if he enjoyed hunting. The boy had stared at him in shock. Greg had gone on to invite the young man to go hunting claiming that at least one of them would have a good time. Whether they both would have a. I let this dog knot me, his cock tensed and thickened inside me. I cried out feeling it explode its seed into me. Hot ropes of cum streamed into me as I felt the beast pumping, and pushing itself all the way into me. The dog pulled out of me making my cunt feel sore from all the fucking. I still ached to be filled. My thoughts immediately went to the Rottweiler. His cock was already hard and hanging low. I gently touched him and he panted back to me in response. His prick was thick and long in. ’ ‘So you’re saying you want me to hire her?’ ‘I don’t know anything about her, but if she’s well qualified and you feel she’ll be reliable then why not?’ ‘I’ll think about it. She has excellent credentials in terms of reliability and culinary skills and references.’ ‘You better not tell me anymore or I will be encouraging you to hire her even though I’ve not even met her.’ ‘We’ll see. Oh, and I had lunch with Linda Whitehouse, a woman that I met in class, and Jim Maloney, also a former.