" "Would you like something to drink?" Paul asked. "Soda, bottled water, milk or orange juice?" "Please don't bother." He said. "I really have to get ...back to watch the movers put things away." "It's no bother at all," Paul grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving. "You just said you don't have anything in the fridge until your mother goes shopping. Why don't you sit down and I'll be right back with something." Paul didn't come exactly right back as he fixed Sam a sandwich to go with the orange. She’d just spoiled the evening in every possible way, even if I hadn’t been trying to do what Vickie wanted. I went to find Stephanie. I pulled her away from Vickie to my room and told her. As I predicted, she was super angry.“Why? He’s just going to annoy and tease me and Ed all night. He won’t bug you and Vickie because you’re cousins. He’s ruining everything!”“Tell Mom. But I doubt it’ll do any good.”“You’re right.”There wasn’t much we could do about it. If we tried to ditch him, he’d tell.. "Certainly." He followed the young man inside, noting the thick stone walls with approval. The twenty-three soldiers he was to command were lined up single file on the dusty floor, and they pulled themselves to attention as he came in. They were all painfully thin, and their uniforms were threadbare and patched, but they were more or less clean, and none of them seemed drunk. As he formally greeted each one, he wondered what unfortunate circumstances, what grievous misconduct, had caused them. It was a little hard to do with only my mouth and tongue so I used my hand to. ‘You’re such a sexy bitch!’ He moaned. ‘That’s right, suck my cock you fucking slut’ (he knew that calling me names during sex was a turn on). I took my other hand and started rubbing my ‘pussy’ ohhh my pussy was hard. With one of his hands on the back of my head and pushing it ever so deeper on his cock, he then said ‘Guess what Shelley? I never liked your fiancé and I’m gonna fuck his girl hard tonight’. He pulled.