At night she does whatever you tell her to - you two were high school sweethearts, and over the years your dominating personality has taken over the r...lationship, and Laura is too shy and meek to ever resist. You grab Laura by the hair and push her face into your sweaty balls. You thrust forward and slap your nutsack against her lips. She's on her knees in front of you, you seated on the couch watching TV. A pretty typical night. Laura tongues your balls slavishly, desperately trying to please. It was an art that she had never before observed.When she had finished her appetizers, Ann had been there offering her more. Such attention was very flattering. Jim was just as attentive to their needs. When she finished her wine, he was there with the bottle to refill it.The greatest surprise of all was her husband. He was actively engaging them in conversation about topics she hadn’t realized he knew anything about. Occasionally, he would reach over and touch her to bring her into the. “Hey! Wait just a minute! What did you mean by that?” Caleb demanded.“Major Connor,” a voice interrupted from the radio. “We’ve received a radio burst message from the squadron. Quote, ‘They’re cutting us to pieces. Blake was captured! We were talking, but something happened, and he was cut off. If I don’t hear from him, I’m going to blow the aliens’ power supply.’ end-quote.”“Who sent the message?” Caleb asked.“Pilot Kelly,” control answered.“Okay,” Caleb replied grimly. “She would blow it. The timeline told me that it had been a couple of months before my own injury, but I still had no memory of it. His recovery had been about the same amount of time as mine had been, but he needed a year of prep school to be accepted at Purdue so he was a freshman. He hadn't chosen a major yet, but was thinking along the lines of teaching math or science. The new guy, Dominic Sanchez, had been in the Third Marines. He was a short fireplug with a deep gravelly voice, a jarhead through and.