On Sunday morning Vicky and I drank a bottle of whisky and decided to go out. – Listen, why don’t we visit a museum? – Vicky asked.– Yeah, it�...�s a good idea… We went to the museum, looked around, had a snack a couple of times, even got lost. Then we found ourselves in a small room which was being left by the visitors too quickly and with strange expressions on their faces. Something was wrong with it. When we entered a young museum guide met us. I could feel that my friend got aroused. She was. The question is, can it be done?”He smiled at Kelly and continued, “Major, I was late arriving, and didn’t have the pleasure. I’m John St. Clair and I run intelligence. Who, may I ask, are you?”Tom Hawkins responded. “John, this is Kelly Jackson, the girl who blew the Weser bridge.”St. Clair let out an almost-inaudible whistle and smiled. He turned to his boss, General Adams, and said, “Sam, my opinion is that if the commanding officers of those units can be knocked off, we will immobilize. And Stephanie…well…you’ll see how it goes down.Let’s just say I was an unwilling accomplice in a brutal act of enforced fornication, for lack of a better term.In plain English, Stephanie TOOK ME. She took me right there in that filing room.She overpowered my tiny Man frame with the brutal, primal force of a huge, horny, 250 lbs. woman who had a wet, aching pussy and needed to take my seed at whatever cost.I thought she was just joking when she slammed and locked the door at 2 AM and glowered at. ?Then let?s find a way to persuade you tochange your willful attitude to one of obedience.? Kimberly screamed into the gag, as he lifted her to her feet, hernaked body shivering from the contact with the tile floor of the shower. Thepins and needles overwhelming as her arms popped free of the long sleeve she?dworn for the night. She reeled, only his strong hands kept her from falling. ?Kimberly, it doesn?t have to be this way,? he said as he massagedher arms and shoulders. ?The moment you.