The robe she wore was silk, done in deep black with gold embroidery (it had been a gift to her shortly after they’d started seeing each other; a gif... she cherished). Ordinarily, it came to mid thigh, but her spread kneeling position had raised the hem nearly to her waist, fully exposing her pussy (with no panties and shaven smooth, a couple of new habits he’d instilled in her). Although the robe covered her fairly well, she knew from past experience that it would only take arching her back. And she does the same. Finally, I can't resist any more...I reach up to the swimsuit strap and start to pull it down over her shoulder. She gives a pensive look and whispers, "We shouldn't...not sure when anyone will be back" I reply "I need to see more of you"... She puts up a bit of a fight, but with my hand massaging her pussy through the swimsuit and the kissing and her kneading my cock...she is thinking of letting me do it. Then I start to slide the crotch of the suit to one side and my. Something's up," and he hurried out of the living room.A moment later, he rapped once on the General's door and entered. "In here, Colonel," Whitworth said from what used to be a bedroom, but was now outfitted as an office for the General."Coffee's there on the table," Whitworth said, motioning. "Might as well get yourself a cup. We have some planning to do." Jeff poured a cup and refreshed the General's. When Jeff had seated himself, the General turned away from his computer screen. "Our. “It’s true. She came in fourth in the International Private Chefs culinary competition that was held in New York this year.”Matt said, “Now you’re lying to me.”“Believe as you wish. I’m sure if you talk to Jim, he’ll tell you that Marguerite is a great chef,” replied Ed.Deciding to prove his point, Matt pulled out a cell phone and dialed his restaurant in Phoenix. After a minute, he was talking to Jim. As the conversation progressed, Matt paled and looked over at Ed. Ed reached out a hand and.