"Leave your heels on, Mrs. Holt! You look sexy like that!" he commented as he lay back onto the bed. Then she was climbing on the bed with him, spre...ding her legs wide to straddle him. With her hand on his cock, he watched as she guided his cockhead to her opening. Ronniee groaned with pleasure as she let go of his cock and dropped her full weight onto him, impaling herself on his stiff muscle, causing her to moan loudly "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……………………ohhhhhhhhhh ……..ahhh ………ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh,. This won't take as long as it used to, since most of the forms are kept on computers, but there's still some actual writing that will have to be done."We spent two hours, with him asking questions and me giving answers. Most of the information they already had, from my military records and background checks. But as Mr. Jones pointed out, "There are levels beyond Top Secret, Mr. Blacktower, and in your position you'll have to have access to all of them."I'd just finished filling out my Civil. She and I fought well together, and survived several attempts on my life, but when they killed her, I was furious because there wasn't any way to kill more of my enemies.When I was killed on the houseboat, as Kevin, Teri and the children were fine, and that was somehow, enough for me, but I didn't know why.Now I had to pretend to die – again - after dying seven times, and the irony of it tortured me. I wanted to fight back. Pretending to die was like surrendering, and I had no intention of. Note: Inspired by the "A real man is one who submits" picture found in "My Stories Pics"Claire Holt stopped the car and smirked as she watched her slave in the rearview mirror.Just when she wanted to step out of the car, the rain began to fall."No matter." she said as she popped the trunk and retrieved an umbrella. She opened the umbrella and held it up so she wouldn't get wet. Then Claire opened the passenger side door."Out. Now." Jan immediately obeyed her as he got out of the car. He stood.