”I gave Mr. Goodman a mock severe look. “This, I trust, was without menaces from the senior ranks?”“I swear, on my mother’s grave, Colonel, ...ll gave without any arm twisting, or other such action.” Spelky Woods piped up.I happened to know Spelky’s mother was alive and well, but said nothing.We spent the afternoon and evening drinking, eating, and talking, in my quarters at the Bridgewater Arms, a comfortable, well maintained, coaching hostelry on the Bristol Road.It was after the three of us. I took the other when she came to sniff around on the newly dead female.That was it for the easy part. The other females had located me by now, and even though I'm sure they had no idea how I was doing it they were surely going to pin the trouble on me and ask questions after they'd made me stop moving. They came toward me at a trot. It did wonders for my concentration and marksmanship, but they also required two rounds each.The lions had fucked up my plans completely. I'd intended to leave. As your breathing returns to normal, you hear me half whisper, “I believe it now time to pay some attention to that sweet, supple ass you,” and I move down to the foot of the bed. You hear a distinct ‘click’, and followed a moment later by another. You know the tension is gone, and your ankles are free, but you do not move, knowing that I have not given you permission. I watch, wait, and wonder how long you’ll be able to wait. I decide to test your resolve and move to somewhere in the room,. As the film progresses, I fidget. I can't help it. I can't bear this itch in my panties. It doesn't go away, no matter what I try to focus on.I squeeze my legs together tighter. My foot starts to giggle up and down rhythmically. The friction stimulates my pussy, and waves of gratification flood through my body. I exhale as quietly as I possibly can, feeling my nipples harden in my tight little top.My foot pumps harder."Suzy!" he whispers sharply in my ear. "You're disturbing everyone. Stop.