He'd prepared her by stripping her down and lashing her 100 times with his own belt. The welts were just starting to rise on her inner thighs and on ...he tops of her juicy breasts. Her face is streaked with tears and she can't stay still- she wiggles lewdly against the fence as she hears the distant shouts of drunk club goers. She flinches as her long red hair brushes against her sore little nipples and another whine escapes.He decided that she shouldn't be completely naked in the end. He's. "First, the knife fight," she said. "They embarrassed me in front of the Awanili government. Which is better: court martial or a court martial followed by an execution?" Why don't you bust them down one rank and send them to the meat grinder. Let the jungle decide their fate," Gavril said. "Solves the junior officer shortage, puts more men in the field, and places more squads on patrol." Efficient," Fayta said. "I like that. I'll have to make a call to our commanding general forthwith." Aren't. “I love swimming and diving. I’m on the swim team” “It’s great exercise.” Mom replied. “Swimmers have such great bodies. I wish I could swim more. I’d like to be in that kind of shape.” “You look in great shape to me.” Rick responded. “But not like you.” Mom said. “You are lean and muscular. Just look at you. Broad shoulders. Great form!” “Thanks.” Rick said with a smile. “You too.” “I’ve got to get a new swimsuit.” Mom said. “Julie needs a new one too. She’s busting out of last. .. paradisiacal.He softly babbled words of endearment into her ear as she seemed to almost purr against him. Looking past her golden locks, he could see her baby blue tank top, its exact shade unclear in the dark room, barely covering the waistband of her jeans which, he remembered, were a faded blue. Her small and starkly white Reebok sneakers hung off the seat. He gently rubbed her belly under the shirt, and she sighed.What really startled George was not the love; he had gotten that. It was.