And Jacko, I do mean "ready." Ready" meant Lynne was to be naked and I was to be wearing my chastity device. I know most males wouldn't consider me to... be a "real man" but I do what I have to do to survive.I met my wife Lynne ten years ago at a Christmas party given by a local bank. They were Barry's largest client and their dedication to us is what mainly kept the agency afloat. Since I was the one who mainly handled their account I was invited to the party as well. Lynne was a teller in their. Let’s just say I was a bad guy, not an evil guy, just a bad guy. I didn’t start out that way mind you, I guess nobody does. You know how this story goes, smart kid born into a poor family, limited opportunities and lack of supervision. My mom wasn’t to blame for any of it, she was a hard worker that had to pick up the slack when my piece of shit father decided that shooting up was more important then taking care of his family. Mom was always working to put food on the table and I was left to my. There was a cute smile on his face. He began squeezing my soft ass cheeks rather roughly and within no time he reached to my pussy. His fingers were marvelous. I don’t have words to explain how much I enjoyed his fingering on my pussy. The bus was almost empty now and there were only a few people left and I was the only girl in the bus. It was already dark outside. I cooperated with him in every possible way. Unconsciously I was even rubbing my ass against his fingers when he slowed down his. She had thought why she never felt that cruel. She reckoned that being at war with the Anthos gave her a good perspective of how she should live her life. She slipped into bed wearing a long lavender silky gown. She cuddled to her husband, closed her eyes and fell into a light slumber to rest after destroying everyone on the ship. She did this with no regrets. They had caused untold miseries upon the humans of late and she'd never have to worry about them sending Destroyers again. She kept the.