The gel in his black hair was a reminder of the oiliness that lurked underneath that skull. After discussing some bureaucratic-babble such as time tra...ectories and strategic implementation initiatives on a shortened time scale, Jorie slid the briefing notes for the tour guide gig under his arm and left.Jorie reviewed the biographies and the pictures of his new clients in the solitude of his room. Dothan Volentin was a pure blood royal; the last name said it all. This was the first, non-news vid. Dave pulled his lighter from his pocket and opened it. Hewas about to use the light to look down into the bottle, when a smallpuff of dark green smoke shot from its mouth. "What the hell..." heexclaimed in surprise.A column of the same dark green smoke escaped from the bottle and floatedin the air a few feet away. It didn't seem to move in spite of the mildbreeze that had been blowing all day.Gradually, the column resolved itself into the shape of a slender, well-muscled man. He wore baggy. So, whatever hole i found first was going to get it.And it just happened it was her arse. She screamed in protest. Tried to break away. But I had her where I wanted. There was no escape and within a minute or so she relented., and once again froze. Submitted to me.I guess she just wanted it to end. She needn't have worried. It wasn’t going to take long… I only ever last a few minutes. Five would be a stretch. Then I would be out of her life for good.Her arse was tight and dry, dryer than a. She knew she was in trouble, she knew she would be punished and she also knew that the punishment would be fully deserved. Although she knew all of this, it did not stop her hopeing that she could use her womanly charms and wriggle out of her impending punishment. Lynn was an atractive lady in her mid 40's with a figure that most 20 year olds would be proud of. She had lived with her husband for the past 20 years and had always enjoyed a happy and contented marriage. Her Husband, Kieth, was a.