"Is this right?", Suzanne asked giving me a couple of good strokes. "O baby, you're a natural", I responded. Her hand felt so good against my skin as...she stroked me just like I had been stroking myself. She would go all the way out to the tip and then force down against my torso. "O yea", I said getting lost in her touch. "So can I do it harder?", she asked. "Sure, I'll let you know if it hurts", I answered. The next stroke was firm causing my balls to bounce as I stood there. "Yea!", I. Thorn always knew that the SAS wasn’t a huge force, so he saw what he wanted to see. The transfer of the rest to the GSG 9 was done on the sly, worked out by the SAS’s commanding officer at the time and the officer in charge of the GSG 9. With the implicit, but unspoken, permission of myself and George.” He indicated General Wiggin. “Plus, since Evans banned all exchange officers last year, it’s become that much harder to make this sort of arrangement.” Various officers around the room nodded. 'Having cued the portal, Mike stepped through and literally ran into Alliona. The gorgeous white Arabian cocked her head in query and Michael finally broke down, sobbing piteously as he clung to her neck. She, realizing that there was no way Mike could ever mount in this condition then morphed into her 'Angel' form. Holding her charge's head firmly to her breast, she soothed as she sprang into the air, "Hush, My Love, it will all work out. You'll see."An indeterminate time later Mike awoke to. Bring back all your panties. All of them. Understand?" Yes." She pointed at her head."You can take them off." Thank you."While she was gone, I tossed her panties in the trash. I then put a large beach towel on the couch. The towel extended down to the floor. It was ugly but it was cheap. I bought it yesterday with the robe. I wanted to minimize the chance of stains on the couch and rug.Mia was back in forty-five minutes."Is this all of them?" I questioned. I looked through the additional.