Distracted, Katie picked out a stretchy white shirt. How bad could it be? It has a high neck, she half-thought to herself. Katie chose a pleated navy ...kirt to go with it.Completely forgetting to put on a bra first, Katie pulled the snug shirt over her blond head. She stretched the slinky material down over her full breasts. The shirt had a high neckline, covering Katie's cleavage entirely. However, the smooth fabric clung to her like a second skin, exposing not only her blunt nipples but also. ....I mean Mistress Sarah.....you're not... gay.... are you?...we'resupposed to be getting married...oh, God......you've been planning this allalong with Holly and Jane...haven't you?" That's rich!" I snorted, and just for a moment the dying embers of ourrecent argument looked like they might be rekindled, but a quick glanceat the helpless figure still bound to my chair by his wrists, wearing mymake up and dressed in my sheer black hold-ups, his flaccid cock andballs hanging out over the top of. Flashback – Ben – The Stryker mission continuedI saw some movement that I didn’t like and announced, “It looks like we have some towelheads moving into range.”I was just getting ready to fire when a helicopter gunship came around the corner of a building and lit the fuckers up. It then flew patrol over the site to make sure we were clear. The main agent came out of the Stryker and asked, “How are things going?”I replied, “From what I saw, this isn’t going to be a walk in the park for Michael.. Closing the box I take care to place it in precisely the same place that I had found it the morning after she left, and settle myself in to wait for the report. My study is one of the smaller rooms in my house. A handcrafted, Victorian-style mahogany desk dominates the center of the room. The surface is bare, polished to a high shine by my housekeeper, save for my Blackberry and the box containing the ring. Covering three of the four walls – the fourth wall is simply a floor to ceiling window.