Everyone, I am Sergeant Brandon O'Malley of the US Army, although I should admit I'm retired. I turned my experience from the army into a career as a ...security consultant. I met Mark, Jason and Ashley a few weeks back, and I have to admit Mark impressed me then, so I gave him a business card. This morning he called and admitted that he was thinking about me training him to protect those he loves." Can you do that?" Kyle asked."No one can truly train you for that," Brandon said. "If you don't. She felt the soft down of her pubic curls with the tips of her sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their silken texture, the realization flitting through her fired mind that she wouldn't be thinking this way had her husband, Rodney, stayed with her. Damn him, she was just too good to him was all, sucking him off every night during her period. No wonder he'd put that stupid story ahead of her inevitable seizure of hottwat!She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage. We sat in the cabin talking about past sexual experiences, she used to be an exotic dancer. I used to bounce at a few of the strip clubs in town. She slid closer to me when I asked the to dance. Her black, skin tight leggings felt good sliding around my thigh. It wasn’t long before her knee was rubbing against my raging hard on. I kissed her and ran my fingers through her hair. Her hand slid down to the crotch of my pants, grabbed the shaft of my cock and said, ‘Race you to the bed!’ She was up. You and your men have put your lives in jeopardy for my sake on more than one occasion, it is not something that my people will soon forget. Your actions stand as proof that the resentment that some feel towards my species can be overcome, that we can find a way to coexist.”“Sir,” Harry replied, giving him a quick salute. “Blackjack, get over here, you’re up!”The giant reptile rumbled affirmatively, plodding towards the shuttle and climbing up the troop ramp, the vessel’s landing gear bouncing.