Down below the girl was breathing hard, bent forwards across the desk. He called up the text function and tapped. “Have found your notebook. Please ...all.” Then he pressed send. A couple of seconds later the girl below sat up straight, a slight shudder running through her. Then she began to hurriedly gather her things together, stuffing them in a canvas bag.The notebook in question was a small moleskin job, sitting on his desk. The girl had left it behind yesterday. She’d sat in that exact same. .." That's better," Miranda said gently, "now about those tampons, have you ever considered trying pad instead?" She desperately wanted to hang up the phone but something kept her frozen in place while she heard herself asking, "Why, is there something wrong with tampons?" "Not really," Miranda answered, "but the sensation of having a thick spongy pad against your vagina is very arousing, especially if it is held in place by a pair of skimpy little panties!" With sweat now breaking out on her. ” She shrugs.Janice stares briefly out the door and tries to hide a smile. All right, if you really want to see how it looks, it’s late and everyone else on the floor has left for the night. Close my door, and we can model for each other.”Shannon closes the door and the two women start to undress. Shannon has taken off her dress and is wearing a matching bra & bikini panties set. She’s placed the dress carefully over the arm of a chair in the corner, and she’s looking at the outfit - not. “Yes, sir, understood.”I stood up and stuck out my hand. “It was good to meet you, Sergeant Crenshaw. I expect to be talking to you frequently. Start working on that memo, and tonight, when you are drinking a beer at home, start thinking about a list of what we need to do around here.”“Yes, sir.” He headed towards the door and turned to look back. “Sir, were you ever in the Army or Marines?”“Army, two tours in Iraq. Why?”He smiled. “Just curious.”“You?”“Marines, one tour, Kabul.”“Semper fi.” He.