In fact, I want you to be the admiral. You know more about ships and weapons than Mantoya and he's not going to bitch about losing some work." Me! An ...admiral!" Why not? I need somebody to coordinate what we do on the sea." What about the American ship?" You're the Admiral. I'll tell them though. I also want you to take apprentices." We're at war, Sir." All the more reason. You train them in seamanship and they train you in how to use your mind. You have to remember that most of the apprentices. Looking back down the road, she could see the heat shimmering off the tar. At least she'd had the sense to carry a water bottle. She thanked her stars the fan belt had let go here and not an hour further on down the road. Then she'd be in serious bother. There was a mighty lot of empty space between that last town and the next and it didn't look like this was a road that suffered much from traffic congestion.The car's interior was pretty damn warm too, so she settled down in the shade, leaning. I knew this would make what I wanted even better, even kinkier.I arranged everything ahead of time with my friend the bartender at the club where bikers hang out.My wife agreed that we would spend the evening going where I wanted and doing what I desired, no questions asked.I chose her wardrobe: a see-thru top and no bra or panties, short skirt, seamed stockings and garters, heels, jewelry and party-time lipstick and makeup.We arrived at the biker club and were greeted by the. . well; we just fucked." And you told her about it?" Yes." How did she react?" Rather understanding, even when we also had unprotected sex." And she didn't blow a gasket?"Sandra was a bit surprised by Alena's question, so she answered, "No, why?" She forgave you?" Yes." Then she has changed. What you did would have been a deal breaker for her in the past!" And this time, Alena did grab Sandra's ass, squeezed it, while saying, "She must really love this cute little ass of yours." And you do too,.