They were just doing their job, after all—sexual torture of initiates was a major part of their job as midshipmen ... and considerably more fun than...scrubbing barnacles off hulls. And the one who'd spoken was a very pretty girl—heavily freckled with short brown hair, her eyes faintly slanted up in a rather mischievous look. "I'll be done in a minute. And it's not like he's going anywhere," I quipped.They chuckled politely and I felt kind of dumb. Oh, well. I went back to my perusal. Combining a. She wasnt usually given to uncertainty and doubt, but this man had done his homework and now. . . Sarah squared her shoulders and entered the bar with her head held high, flashing a winning smile to the barmaid who blushed. She was Sarah-Gods-Loving-Kettar, dammit. No one threw her off-guard, much less twice in one day. And especially not here. In the isle between the booths was a waist high mahogany divider with silver accents and etched glass about head level designed to protect the identity. Apni chut k,i taraf ishara karke kaha ki isko dekho kiyaa hall kardiyaa hai iska dekha to sach main madam ki chut esi lag rahi thiii jaise jaise koi double oti ho mano jaise koi bread ki tarhan ho hum logon ne kahan khaya or phir blue film dekhn e lage ore mere lund main to waise bhi enrgy thiii maine madam ki lips ko chusna shuru kiyaa kiyaa rasile lips hain madam ke jawab nahi or madam phir tayar hogai thiii madam main pata nhi kanha se itni vasna ki agg thiii ki thamne ka naam nahi le rahi. Her black pumps were tapping on the floor in excitement. "James... I'm... so... hot... James... pleaseeeee... don't... make... me... wait... any... long... er" she panted. She was so beautiful lying there, I stepped out of my shoes and my trousers, stripped off my socks, and stepped between her legs. "God she was sexy." My cock was hurting with need for release. I took one more look at her wide-open legs, and the stretched stocking tops, everything framed for my visual and tactile pleasure, and.