.”“You thought wrong,” interrupted Ed.The Captain had watched the exchange with interest. When the Druid had suggested that the General felt gui...ty, he was tempted to burst out laughing. That didn’t go with the reputation held by the man. That his admission had been rejected almost hurt as much as the wound that took his leg.“So, I guess I wasted your time,” said the General with a funny expression on his face.“Yes,” answered Ed. He looked over at the Captain for a minute trying to assess his. "Mmmm," hummed Tony. "Yes, that's a very good idea Lana. Wynne, why don'tyou get down here and lick my balls?"Wynne's emotions were in meltdown. Ancient anger at being dominated andlooked down upon was pulling at her guts, enflamed by the instruction todebase herself, but this feeling seemed distant and foreign compared tothe yearning in her cunt and her mouth to kneel down as ordered andpleasure this great, powerful man.But still she resisted. She thought of Mandy. She thought of Olly.. "Not a damn thing," Sam answered. Then, as he turned to leave, he said, "Don't buy such crappy stuff, next time."While they were headed up in the elevator, Cole asked, "How did you destroy that counter top like you did?"That's part of an old Bruce Lee discipline called 'Iron Hand.' I learned it from one of Bruce Lee's older disciples. He showed Cole his reddened palm. "Damn, but that hurts. I'm soft." He grinned at Cole."I want to learn that stuff," Cole told him."Better see Mark first," Sam. . Annest had finished unpinning Patience’s hair. The full, rich tresses now fell down the back of the chair all the way to the seat. Annest picked up the brush and began her favorite bedtime chore, the first of many strokes required to make Patience’s hair shine. She inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of Patience, as well as all the exotic smells from the ball. Annest gazed in the mirror at her mistress and saw Patience’s stiff nipples making trails in the chemise caused by.