Around the age of twenty, Capt lost the name of his childhood as he moved on. The whiteness remained but by then, he was described as distinguished by... the young women he chased and mature by the men he ran with. Even as a young cadet, most people thought of him as a leader. His clear locks led them to believe he possessed some wisdom normally learned through age and experience. The title lieutenant soon settled comfortably on his shoulders, quickly to be replaced with Captain – this name to. Susan nodded. "I know there's only one way to prove that you can trust us." She handed over the pistol to Lloyd."Quick, Lloyd. Shoot her now," Wilson called out as he reached once more for his gun."Leave it, Wilson. I don't shoot unarmed people. Now, Susan, what do you suggest?" Lloyd asked as Jack joined her."We need to get Perkins from where you were holding me and then get out of here. Do you have another secure house?" she asked, seemingly untroubled by the gun in Lloyd's hand."There is. Grabbing my shaft she licked the trail of sticky fluid the engulfing the head in he mouth. I teased up as she did so I couldn't believe how great it felt as she ran her tongue around the throbbing head. I was grabbing the sheets hard as she sucked my head and stroked the shaft with her right hand.I started to breathe harder as she slowly bobbed her head up and down my cock. I could feel my head hitting the back of her throat as she moaned when it hit sending vibrations down my shaft. By this. I'm holding your Wife's only free hand firmly in mine, with the same arm resting on her back, which leaves my 'spanking' hand totally unfettered and free to roam at will. "That's how it's done, that's how you spank a naughty Wife..." I say, as I land another resounding slap on your Wife's quivering bottom. The sound of my huge hand spanking down hard on your Wife’s springy arse, echoes around the room. A loud squeal and a throaty moan from her, signals how the stinging slap has struck home with.