“You’re going to fucking shatter me.”Her chest rose with her inhale. She dropped back in her seat and looked at her food as if noticing it for ...he first time. Jesse picked up the rolled napkin, shakily flicking open the paper binder.“Sorry. I’ve been bad. Maybe you should spank me.”His fork clattered to the plate. Stilling it with his palm, his nostrils flared. He looked up at her.Roxanne’s eyebrows rose. The image of her naked over his lap, her breasts brushing his legs and her naked. She stood on her tiptoes and moved her hips back and up rocking her bottom towards my hardness but she was too short and could not reach me.I lowered my hands from her breasts to her waist, holding her firmly I lifted her up until my she was high enough for my cock to slide between her legs and across the panel of her bikini bottoms. I could feel that they were soaking wet against my cock.She was now leaning on the window sill on her hands taking some of her weight so that she could move her. The church was built with granite blocks it appeared. It certainly looked old enough. Too bad it isn’t Halloween, I thought.Several minutes later I watched Shelly come up from the basement stairs. There were several men and an almost equal number of women. I blinked my lights when I saw her scan the parking lot. When she came over, I remained seated in the car. There was no sense in taking the risk of us being seen together, even though the risk was small.“Hello Sarge,” she said with the first. The governor agreed to send National Guard troops from Fort Bragg. They’ll both be here in three hours, so everyone eat dinner and kick back. The mess closes in an hour. Meet back here at 2000 hours,” he instructed.I was surprised when Dan came over to sit with me in the mess hall and looked at me appraisingly. “Now I understand why the Marshals Service is so interested in you,” he said. “Dwight says you still intend to be a farmer,” he said, although the inflection in his voice made it a.