" Well, I'm as much a world traveler as any other of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, I suppose," I said, dredging the slang phrase from somewhere. "I ...as in the Marine Corp. Stationed in Okinawa." I tried to say it in a way that gave the impression I didn't want to talk about it, and I must have done it right, because all I got in response was an "Oh, I see."It was too late in the day to call Darius Booker and let him know I was in town, and too early yet for dinner, but a shower felt very. She thrust her ass back toward him and began to move slightly with him. He noticed her biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. After another half dozen thrusts, he placed his hand over her mouth as he pressed her down on the desk. He then began to thrust into her hard and fast. He knew when she began moaning against his hand that she was close to cumming. He kept his hand in place as he kept up the pace and when he felt her tense he hissed, “Cum for me Silk, Now!”One big lightening bolt. So much for the fancy scope, Monique thought as she turned her combat pistol on her other opponent.The man, obviously not much of a marksman and hampered by handling a shotgun in a combat situation with only one arm, did the sensible thing. He tossed his gun to the side, fell to his knees, clutched his heart, peed himself and pled for his life. The fact Monique was too far away to hurt with a shotgun didn't help him. "Please don't shoot! I'm no threat. I just did what he told me."Keeping both. In my haste and excitement had I misread the note and Master meant the pub or another restaurant? The host allayed my fears and acknowledged that Graham had reserved a table for us. He was just shocked that I arrived first he said in an apologetic style. He led me to our private and secluded booth and brought me a glass of water. I became antsy wondering if I had been disobedient arriving first and being seated before my Master and ultimate sex slave owner. It seemed like hours before Master.