I holstered my pistol and pulled my tomahawk from my belt in one smooth motion. I had my bowie knife in my left hand and my tomahawk in my right, and ...my mind and muscles concentrating on turning the two attackers into mincemeat.While in the Marines, I had taken advantage of every moment of training that I could get in hand-to-hand combat, the dirtier the better. At least in training, I was usually the victor. I had not had much of an opportunity to use my training in Iraq, but I did put a. Sylvia was tan all over with just a few sexy freckles on her nose, suggesting a fresh-faced youngster, but Sylvia, at this point a mature and wily 35 year old with natural 35 D breasts, an athletically toned 5’7” frame and mind bursting with sin and kinky thoughts! To me, she was a wet dream cum true. She loved to make me cum. especially at her direction. She would tease me, tell me to jerk off to her, or to Maya or some other inspiration, watch me, take Polaroids of me… Sometimes she would. She then wiped up and tried to stand. It was difficult with her legs spread apart by the bar. The maid returned and refilled the bag. She used pure hot water, Jennifer noticed. As she finished and recapped the bag Jennifer looked up from her seated position. ‘Well you can’t take it sitting down you know. Stand up!’ Jennifer then attempted to stand and fell foward onto her face. As she hunched her butt up to get up she felt the warm nozzle being pushed in. She tried to get up but the maid’s foot. 'I understand.' was in a resigned voice."Look," said Andrea, "Do everybody except the old guys ... they deserve an adventure." We're standing here ... listening ... don't treat us like we're old and deaf." How many get the adventure?" Tim asked.Andrea started pointing them out ... it was Bill the younger, the Gaffer, and the War Vets. "Everybody else. Send them home too."Tim said, "You sixteen ... turn around. The rest of you? Look at the shiny pen." Naturally, not everyone who wasn't suppose.