Josie was still working the console.“Josie, can you find me a Bible, page Andy and find a couple of additional people to be witnesses on your end?�... I asked.“Sure, there is a bible in the recreation room. Andy will be here in a moment,” Josie said, and then she went to get the bible.“Mr. President, you sit in this chair that the camera is focused on and Mr. Secretary, in the other one and I will stand to the side of you,” I said.Andy came in and sat in the chair in front of the camera.“Boss, we. But, well, I think I need a bit more, a real cock." Say penis, dear, or member. Don't be common."The girl nodded. "Sorry." Just call the captain when you are ready; tell him where and when, and he will send the next one on his schedule. Never choose one by name, understand? They are, theoretically all the same."The girl nodded and licked her lips. She had been allowed to observe the last swearing in of new members of the Queens' Own Lancers, as the palace guard was properly known. The novices. I stared blankly with confusion as she quickly dismissed her provocative act and walked over to me. Her eyes remained locked on mine as she sauntered across the floor. Reaching down, she placed her hand on the throbbing bulge in my pants, smiling slightly as she felt my increasing hardness. "I'm going to go change," she said softly, her hand gently squeezing. "Change?" I asked, my pulse racing once again. Tara nodded. "I bought a special outfit for you." I smiled. "So...," she began, as she. She said I loved her once so how could I do this to her? I hauled off and punched her right in the mouth again, knocking out more of her teeth. "You fucking cunt, you told me you loved me, then once you knew you were knocked up with my son, you lied to me. You went and had your fucking foster mother pay a magistrate for your fucking restraining order. You denied my son to me and me to him. You stole my money. You destroyed my life. I loved you with everything I had and you only used me. So.