“You’ll turn me over your knee? Would you? Please?”She was right. There really wasn’t anything I could do. Threatening to move her out of my o...fice was, in the end, an empty threat. It was a ‘problem’ of my own making, and something I’d have to put up with for another forty or fifty years. Or more!June 8, 1991, Chicago, Illinois“Well, that was about as boring as anything I’ve ever sat through,” my sister said as we left the field house at UofC.“I think all graduation ceremonies are like that,”. Fifteen more years flew by, during which time her body slowly betrayed her and aged to the point that she wasn’t quick enough to dodge one particular bullet, which broke her shoulder.She flew a desk after that. Shoulder replacements were not yet a routine kind of thing. Her body was no longer that of a field agent, but there was nothing wrong with her mind or experience. She knew politics and she knew people and giving the order to take another fragile human life didn’t make her sad any longer.. They want to . . . you know . . . feel me," she said, squirming a bit on my iap "Where?" "My . . . my boobs." "Where else?" "My behind." "Where else?" "Between my legs," she said, whispering now, looking away from me, "Do you let them feel your boobs?" "Sometimes," she gulped. "Why?" "I . . . it . . . feels nice . . . sometimes," she said, her voice quavering a little, "Do you touch them anywhere?" "So . . . sometimes," she breathed, "Where?" "They . . . their . . . cocks," she. I was eager to see how big this monster would grow but didn\’t want to hurry either. I went near it and took a deep breath to smell his manhood. There is no describing that feeling. My mind went crazy on inhaling that intoxicating odor and I gently kissed and pressed my face against it and it pulsed strongly again and twitched for an instant. I looked up again to see his face and he was still in a deep sleep.I turned down to my feast again and admired its beauty. It was so perfect. There was no.