”“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ve never had someone come on to me like this before.”She took a drink and then pushed the drink glass away fr...m in front of her.“Look,” she said, “Just walk me to my room and then you can go from there.”“If I walk you to your room,” I said, “I’m coming in.”She laughed.“That could be a dangerous thing to do,” she replied. “I might beat and rob you.”I chuckled and replied, “I guess that is a chance I might have to take.”We walked through the lobby and to the elevators.. Gwen is how I can only describe her as my ultimate dream granny. She’s tall around 5’6 and in great shape for her age with amazing long shapely legs, incredible peachy ass and the most mouth watering perfect sized tits. But even as sexy as all that sounds for me the most gorgeous thing about Gwen was her short silver hair which drives me crazy and her wrinkled face which she tried to cover up with heavy makeup which never fails to send me over the edge complete with lots of perfume.The minute I. "Sorry sir, Arron Johnston." Hey, you don't have to sir me, we are the same rank." But I'm just a private." Not now you're not, Arron, you are a junior officer now, and once the training is finished you will be given the rank of Captain in Special Ops. I suppose they have not told you anything?" No er ... James they haven't." Bloody typical. Well, first off make yourself at home, that is your bunk, desk and chair. He indicated a bunk on the opposite wall reached by a small ladder built over a. Then he drew his arm back and THWWWACKK!"Oh shit. ONE! You bastard, that really hurt!" Mrs. Bernstein, I'm terribly sorry, but I don't think you're showing the proper respect or appreciation. You will have to take that stroke again. You will count the next stroke as number one. And do try to show more respect. I knew both my mother and my father, and for you to refer to me as a bastard is both untrue and unkind. I take a great deal of pride in the quality of my disciplinary technique, and if.