.. well, like booze so that by midnight we were all rather 'happy' and this state of inebriation was further advanced when Samantha, ever the exuberan... member of our trio, had 'allowed' herself to be coerced to enter the Wet T-Shirt competition. Not that Sam ever needed much persuasion to show her almost perfect body off and even as she joined the line up of other contestants, I knew that with those massive breasts of hers and her long, straight ash-blond hair she would win the day... and they. You are here with me now as never before. Perhaps I should be afraid, perhaps I should just fall asleep...."Keep Still! Do Not DARE cum- My Octavia" I shall tell you when and IF you may cum" Master yells at me now, fierce and sharp. Your voice echoes in my ears. You can feel me as I begin to writhe besides you. I shrink beneath your domination of me, wracked with the pleasures and attentions of your tongue and the sting of your hands on my buttocks and thighs. Your tongue dives in deeper,. Her mouth found his skin as well, nipping like a puppy at first before she bit down a bit more, oddly liking the taste of his skin.Takashi’s hand came onto her shoulder pinning her down as he stared at her silently. Message clear enough, he could touch her. But she couldn’t, for the moment, touch him.Tomo blinked, then gave a little nod, brows furrowed slightly. Then her attention shifted as one of his hands gripped one edge of her kimono-like uniform, pulling it down over her shoulder. She. "Try me." Red Ball Express." Easy," I said. "World War II. Europe. A slang name for a transportation unit with black enlisted men and mostly white officers. Pulled off some really epic logistics feats." Papaw was a master sergeant in the Red Ball Express. I got his jacket. I wear it for our Veterans' Day concert. Jo's been wearin' her dad's, but this year she's yours..." Or I'm hers..." Whatever, white boy," she laughed, flashing that smile."What about you and Hutch? Serious?" I asked."Yaknow,".