Tonight, as I listened to a thunderstorm roll across the valley, the new author I was interested in was Edger Rice Burroughs, and the story was called... “Under The Moons Of Mars”. The protagonist was Captain John Carter, a cavalry officer formerly of the Confederate Army of Virginia. The beginning of the book set up the high moral character of Captain Carter and grabbed my attention within the first few pages.Captain Carter was being chased by Indians in Arizona while looking for gold. He had. " -"I'm bored with just 13 slaves." -"Don't you have the balls to succeed?" I talked to a few other level 6's the other day. Half of them would've stayed put at level 8 if they had their way. Must be some corollary to the "behind every powerful man..." phrase. I can't breathe. The guy I'm going up against is a beast. Looks more like a level 3 than a level 6. Great, in less than an hour I'll probably be his little fuck-toy. "Spread your legs for me Grace", I can hear it now. I can't even bear. Her boobs were getting crushed on his chest as he holds her so tightly. He slept with her the whole night like that. I was watching all that standing next to the door, hardly three feet from the bed. I was enjoying everything as if I was watching a porn movie. It did not hurt me that my friend was fucking my wife in front of me. It really gave me some kind of pleasure, may because I was drunk. I then went to the bed and slept next to my wife at the right side. Now my wife was sandwiched in. At the beginning I did it slowly, my strokes were slow and long and she was moaning pleasurably, I wanted it harder so I grabbed her leg and half hoisted it up and I fucked her hard, “Be gentle tiger!” she screamed with pleasure, her eyes had rolled back in her head in her ecstasy as she screamed “Aaaahh! Oh my God, fuck me harder, faster, and deeper!” “Didi I’m trying I shouted!” beads of sweat formed on my neck as I was thrusting my organ as fast as I can. She screamed in pleasure but it must.