No. Shit. Fuck.”He sent a laughing emoji and then responded.“Jesus Baby Girl, you scared me. I thought you had just run off on me. Just when I was...getting excited again.” He sent a wink emoji. “Would it be too much to ask for a selfie? I haven’t asked at all because I figured you would share when you wanted…” he said. He was so polite.I worried my lip, and in the dark, I took stock of myself. My hair was definitely bedhead, I definitely didn’t have makeup on, I probably had bags the size of. "Forgive me, Commander," Clark said as he checked his PDA. "I promised Lieutenant Wallace that I'd attend young Bobby's birthday party and I have just enough time to get there. I think having the party before Bobby is CAP tested is a bit pessimistic, but there would be little to celebrate if he doesn't get a score of six-point-five." Of course," Kehoe said as he returned the salute and allowed Clark to retreat.Marvin stopped by his pod to collect Rebecca and the kids who had been invited to the. There was a constant steam of posh, upper class young ladies who arrived with a flurry of luggage and some confused parents who were denied actual entrance beyond the small waiting room just inside the large double doors. The proprietor of the establishment, the very stylish and attractive Madame Dominique Cointreau was currently languishing with some degree of discomfort on the settee in the front reception room. She had been swamped with new recruits to her training program for the last two. My pussy was aching from stopping she was definitely going to get there soon but I just wanted to teach him a lesson first. "Good boy. Turn round." I exited him. I stood back. My hands were on my hips, I waited. He sat on the table. I pushed him on to his back. His poor cock was dripping precum. His arse was gaping. His face was red with excitement. "You are so hot Mrs McKenzie." I laughed again and put my cock to his arse. Entering it, mounting him and leaning into him. My breasts on his chest.