Richard came back in with a large glass of red wine and sat on the long leather couch; he turned the sound up a little, and I could hear the whacks of...the paddle on the blue silk underwear that the guy had on, and the yelp he let out each time. I drank a good mouthful of the wine and waited for Richard to quiz me. I stood up to let him see the tightness of my jeans, and took off my denim jacket to show my skintight top and tight wiry frame, which he was obviously pleased with. He motioned me to. “Come on! You have to push. You aren’t getting to the top. Touch my stomach when you get to the top so you don’t cheat.” And with that, she would rise and reach out and touch my abs at the top of her movement. After about 7, she was done. We sat there as she caught her breath. “Your stomach feels really hard. I could never get my 43 year old abs to feel like that.” “You can touch it if you want.” She reached out and ran her hand over my stomach. I knew she was enjoying this as her husband is. . see that I had on my nicest nightgown. She looked down to assure herself that the contours of her lovely breasts were barely hidden by the bodice of the filmy, see-through garment. The irony of the situation wasn't entirely wasted on her, as she ruefully thought about the several strange men, who had viewed her naked body, their emotions charged with an unattainable desire for her, while she had posed for them, today... yet her own husband had barely given her a second glance. She couldn't. One was the presumably unarmed Volturnus freighter with who-knew-what in its holds, but the other was the last surviving Vervactor class cruiser - more than enough to cut the far smaller CSS Caldecot Castle into scrap metal without burping.The three captains of the unarmed vessels were too busy trying to throw their weight around to listen to their escort, who was screaming at this point. Payne realized he had to step in to prevent disaster."AI, I acknowledge SOPA."The AI was as emotionless as.