” I did not actually try to physically stop him, though. “Miss Cindy, I just want to see if you are aroused like I am.” His hand slowly slid fur...her up my leg to the gusset of my pale green cotton panties. He ran his fingers gently over the outside of my vulva. When his fingers slid across my erect clit, I closed my eyes as a slight moan escaped my lips. I panted again, my breathing quickly becoming labored, “Stephen, we really can’t do this…” He had found the crease of my vagina and was slowly. Which does give me worries about using them in our war against the Sa'arm. Yet what choice do we have? If we refuse to use a weapon because it is horrible then we may well forfeit the war. And to forfeit a weapon or the war for the lack of the will to use a particular weapon could well spell the end of humanity and the Confederacy.Well shoot! I got off track ... Essentially a good 'herd' needs both studs and mares if you're considering horses as your model. I'm still working through the. "In spite of himself, crying, he had to ask. "What sort of tattoo, er, Mistress Desiree?" That's better, you piece of shit. Nothing much. Just "Chantal's mistake. All over you."Desiree began to laugh. Hysterically. And stopped, sombre. She unzipped her PVC catsuit to below her crotch, and still laughing excitedly whispered, "Enter your prison now, slut."Henrietta glanced up quick at the gunman, who was now paying a bit of attention, and then back at his wife's pussy. (S)he noticed immediately. Everyone agreed it was self-defense, plain and simple. The assistant district attorney who got assigned the case apparently made some noises about vigilantism, but Jawarski had enough friends on the force saying it was clearly self-defense, that he let it drop. After hearing Jonathan’s description of how determined the man had been, even before seeing any of the evidence, to find some kind of charge to hit her with (including pulling her concealed carry permit), I added him to my list of people.