It was dawn before they grew weary of the game, their prey having not been as great of a challenge as they'd hoped, but better than they'd feared. Set..., one of the few submissive wolves and a childhood friend, escorted us in his furry form to where they'd left her before heading off for much-needed baths.All that remained attached to her torso was her head. Her arms and legs were in several pieces scattered around the small open space between trees, evidence that they'd taken her a piece at a. Just as in the case of her unsuspected language skills, the Commander told her to keep it "under her hat" even though she seldom wore a hat these days with the exception of the required one for her regulation uniform.The four stations were organized as follows; station 1 was for the breakdown and re-assembly of both a handgun and a military-style long-gun easily recognized as relics from the "Great War" but still reliable and effective for the job of killing, station 2 was the pistol. There were no tan lines to mar her light golden complexion. Which attested to the fact that she tanned in the nude. Shaking her head at her own vanity she stepped into the shower and let the warm water flow over her body. Tipping her head back she wet her hair and then poured a generous amount of shampoo into her hand and then lathered her hair with it. Scrubbing her scalp she worked the shampoo through her hair then rinsed it out. Rubbing conditioner into her hair she worked it through to the. Her fingers ran along his back showing her pleasure. As he kissed the first tit, her nails slightly dug in his back. Yeah, she wanted him to take his time. He was licking her clit when the phone rang.“Bet it’s Paul! Let’s answer.” Beth said, almost like a giddy girl.“Hello?””Hey Honey Dew! Did you get my message last night?”“I’m so glad you called. I heard the same thing you did and had no idea what was going on! Honey, I was afraid you were with Dena.”“Silly woman! I told you, you’re.