She was beautiful, and looked more womanly that he ever thought she could. "Are you ok?" he asked as he cracked the top of the water bottle for her."W...y, way, way beyond ok, baby," she whispered. Even her voice sounded more mature, some how. "How about you?" I feel very manly," he joked, striking a body builder pose that made her giggle. After taking a long, refreshing drink of his soda, he belched softly (and even excused himself), and then looked down at her. "Where do we go from here?" he. He crooked a finger and an eyebrow at the girl, giving her the choice, but clearly beckoning her. She nodded and rose from the couch, her hand slipping out of her shorts and into her own mouth as she stepped over the coffee table and stood next to James.He wrapped his arm around her and brought her mouth to his, kissing her with passion, tasting her juices on her own tongue. He slipped one hand up her shirt, grabbing a nipple and lightly pulling, twisting on it. When Doris moaned into his. He would know when to advance, when to retreat, when to simply wait and observe, with simply a quick briefing from their leader.Sometimes a single soldier made a big difference in a battle. I recall that one man, injured and on his own, continued to fire on the advancing enemy with a large gun – think of a giant arrow-firing machine – until he ran out of ammunition. By that time, his support team had arrived to help him and the enemy ran away. The battle was won due to the bravery of one man. Once she was secured, Henry pulled a chair over close to her head, sat down and looked at her. Lori was smiling and moving a little bit. “Wow! This is really secure. I can’t really move anything but my head, hands, and feet. Ok. Thanks for the demonstration. I would like to get up now.”“Are sure about that? I thought you wanted to try the spanking bench. Have you ever been spanked Lori? Have you ever been punished?” Henry rose and moved to a huge cabinet behind him, opening its doors to reveal.