” I walked down the hall to the stairwell to welcome them, with Nanda following. Riley stayed with the guys at our little medical station.“Is it m... imagination or was this the most fucked up op we’ve ever run?” he asked me.“No, it ain’t your imagination. I don’t know how much Bruno told you, but some rocket scientist in G-2 thought it up. Beyond that, I just don’t know.”“Mind if I use my kukri on him?”“Yeah, I mind. I plan on stealing it from you and using it on him myself!”That was the end of. I am impressed by the obedience, the stillness of poise. In my mind, I have choreographed a ravaging – a long and slow torment; a tumultuous mix of pain and pleasure. As I stare into your eyes, I know you are wondering what I am going to do, but I also know that you trust me to do what needs to be done.It is time to get started. I stand behind you and start massaging your tits through your clothing – lovingly. I can hear the pace of your breathing change as I do it. My fingers apply just enough. Even though back then she was just a little shorter than me she often wore high heels that made her taller than me.Over the course of the 2 years that i knew spent with B and his mum i noticed she'd become more and more flirty. She worked as an Estate Agent and would often wear translucent long skirts and then stand between the window and couch, where i was seated, and speak to me so i could see the sun shining through her skirt so she must have known what i could see and being 15 i could think. I hurried home and as soon as I pulled in the garage I noticed her car was already gone. I was hoping I'd get to see her before she left.I walked in the den and saw the TV was left on. There was a note on the coffee table from my wife. It said I'll see you Sunday evening , stay out of trouble and I left you a video to watch.I picked up the remote and hit play. The screen went blue then our den appeared on the screen. I could hear talking and it sounded like men's voices. In a minute I saw my.