That forces me to think about her as somebody besides an American officer."Good morning, Major General Edwards. I have been informed you are represent...ng the Pentagon for this conference." That is true. May I please know whom I am conferring with? You appear to be an American officer from the ribbons showing." Indeed. I am Captain Amy Stone, United States Naval Air Force. However I am conducting this call as Jacob Stone's mother and therefore will be using the rank of Acting Supreme Commander. The memory of a half-naked Steven, above me, pressing me into the bed as he kissed me and we thrust our hips together sped up the process even more. I was already soaking wet down there – leftovers from the middle of the night activities or perhaps the shower, I assumed – and the slipperiness of my natural lubrication made sparks jump across my clitoris with even the gentlest of touches. Gasping for breath and moaning his name, I came in a gush of fluid that would have left a wet spot on my. I wondered how old he was. Mr. Cain brought me a mug of coffee, along with a small plate of “Biscotti Regina” Italian sesame seed cookies,” Gina’s favorite and mine,” he said and sat down. "You are an attractive woman, Mrs. Foster; however, I'm curious. Tell me exactly why you are here?" he then studied me with his piercing green eyes. "I don't know where to start, Mr. Cain. Being here is very difficult for me." "I understand, Mrs. Foster. I did some checking," he advised me, taking a sip. It’s not coming out, though. All the lube makes it so slippery that I can’t get a grip on it. Also, maybe I’m imagining things, but it feels like it’s retreating farther into me as I try to catch it.“Ba—Bane?” I can feel a panic coming on. “Bane, what is this?”He looks at me over his shoulder. “My spike. I told you I would stake you. It will keep other males from breeding with you and from giving your hole pleasure.”I remember watching his cock and thinking that it looked like a separate being..