Her words are etched in my brain. Hard andaggressive."Take your shorts down and bend over the stool boy." That was nothingnew, it was how she always c...ned me, but today of course it was verydifferent.The caning stool was a heavy, wooden, purpose made thing that stood toone side of the room, the idea being you bent over it facing the wall.On the wall there was a big picture of her in the most haughty andaggressive stance and thence, while you looked at it, she wouldadminister the caning. You. Iwatched as she slipped the glove on and proceeded to wrap her coveredhand around my cock. As she slowly stroked she leant forward and beganwhispering in my ear,"Feel the shiny latex on your skin" Love the shiny latex on your skin" Girls with no hair love to wear shiny latex" Girls in shiny latex love to kneel, serve and worship" Latex gives pleasure" Good girls wear latex" Anya knows best so accept my reward and cum"As Anya repeated this mantra again and again she stroked harder andharder. She imagined the scandal if she was discovered. Jerrin would do what he couldto quieten things down and her work on the Alpha Team meant that she couldalways go back to Earth for a while if she needed to wait out an uproar. Still,there was no point in flaunting what she was planning. She picked her way to the door between piles of boxes waiting to be unpacked.She didn't bother locking the door behind her as she left. Most people wouldn'tdare go into a royal bedroom and Jem wouldn't be bothered. His cock felt like a throbbing piece of molten lead in his tight pants. Shit, he was so horny tonight he wouldn't need his magnum to knock over an elephant at twenty yards. He could use his cock.His muscles rippled smoothly in his uniform. Buzz Watkins did not fuck around when it came to physical fitness. He did three hundred push-ups a day, and a minimum of one hundred sit-ups. He worked out with sweating grunts every morning in his basement. At thirty-eight, he was in superb physical.