They crackled in the air, an almost physical presence. One was the look she'd give me when she thought I wasn't watching. It was a look of love and de...ire that took my breath away. The other was a hint of shy excitement that would emerge in just her eyes when she thought about my promise; about us making love, sex. Those two emotions were powerful. They'd caused an on again - off again erection through the day.I wondered if she saw a change in me. Thoughts and desires that I'd previously kept a. He handed a manila envelope to me and I opened itto find copies of my latest tax return, my college and graduateschool transcripts, a complete listing of my previous employment,a note from the Defense Investigative Agency that I'd had aFederal security clearance at one time, but that it had lapsedand a myriad of other pieces of information I thought weresomewhat secure. "All this in 4 hours?" Well, they actually did this one overnight. I was certain itwould be clean, but I owe it to my. He had been there, contemplating, for two hours or, ignoring the chill and watching the day unfold. How he hated this Sunday each year, hated the march of veterans, but was drawn in some morbid fascination annually. Each year, he observed the file of crippled soldiers, long since passed their usefulness to a society, doing it's best to forget for the other three hundred and sixty four days, except in the glorified films of heroic deeds with John Wayne, or another popular actor, leading a squad. "Such a nice tight ass. Whose ass is this, cunt?" Your ass, Mistress." And what can I do with this ass?" Anything you want, Mistress."Smack! Cindy threw her first bare-handed spank onto Katy's ass. "I think I'm going to spank your ass, then fuck it." Yes, Mistress, please do."Smack! Smack! Cindy started raining her bare-handed slaps down onto Katy's delectable little ass. I was standing behind her and Francesca motioned me to move around the corner. They were going to put the cameras on the.