After our wedding our sex-life continued as it had before, but with Sarah increasingly more encouraging my dressing in lingerie and with the role-play...becoming increasingly with her in the dominant role whether together or with some of the other people we now regularly played with. This was incredible for me as I could dress and take on a submissive role, which always made sex better for me. I thought my life, and our sex-life was complete and that me and Sarah had found the perfect set-up. I. When we arrived at the hotel we couldn't wait to get in that room and tear each other's clothes off,and we were about to get into a nice and steamy 69 when there was a timid sounding knock on the door. I opened it cautiously, and there he was, the lucky candidate, with a bottle of champagne. His eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw her lying on the bed, her huge tits rising and falling. 'You didn't say your friend was joining us.' she said reproachfully- but also with a hint of. . is that really all she is?”“Yes!” I replied immediately, my cheeks burning up. I didn’t like where these questions were going.“Fine,” he said. “Fine. What about your haircut?”“Oh please!” I said, surprised by how much I was letting his words work me up. “Lots of straight chicks have short hair! What next, you’re going to say that I must be a dyke because my tongue is pierced?”“Well...” he replied, and I stood up angrily.“This is ridiculous! I’m not a lesbian!”“C’mon, Kaz - it’s the 90s. It’s. " So what's she bringing us then?" asked Candy."Space torpedoes," said Captain Henry of the Shuttleworth."Shit, I remember them," I said. "Didn't we sow them all around Sol during the war." Yeah, caused us all sorts of problems back then," he chuckled. "We modified them somewhat since then, there're now smaller with a bigger bang. Warheads are now a plasma generator, almost as big a bang as a nuclear warhead." So, let me get this straight," I said. "We are going to sow these torpedoes all over.