"I apologize Sire. It appears that I was lost in battle lust. It has been a long time since I felt the strength you just showed. It took me back for a...moment. I know something was different, I haven't seen that kind of control in some time. What helped you not be lost to the anger?" Something father told me many quants ago. Never go in angry unless you can use the anger to your advantage. An angry fighter is usually a dead fighter." Bill told both his Knights.Roth's eyes went wide then he. That soon changed for us both, as we proved to be valuable employees, and could carry our weight.When we went on a job, Alvin would be explaining the plan while we apprentices strung out drop cords, unloaded material, etc. One of us would listen carefully, and when the conference broke up, we would go to Alvin and tell him our ideas of what we shoud do on the job. Of course, it was almost word for word what he had said, and he would blow up about the "mouthy" apprentices, until he figured us. She did, and could smell the girls dripping horny pussy. She also could hear a quiet buzzing noise, which she shivered to realize was the poor, horny girls buttplug. Next was Andrew, a short, bald white man with a busty blond Amazon, plugged, collared and with a panel gag covering her mouth. She was named Fifi. She was beautiful but looked sadder than Candytits. The woman was a wickedly sexual dominatrix named Goddess Naomi, in heels that brought her up four inches to about 5'8". Her. She was told that the missiles had just entered the stratosphere and were being tracked. Their destinations were not yet clear, but would be in about five minutes.The helicopters carrying the President and her advisers were flying toward Andrew's at top speed. Within fifteen minutes they were there, and everyone quickly got on board the President's jet. Within five minutes they were airborne. The President was once again on the direct line with N.O.R.A.D. while she had aids make the calls to.