Not only did someone, possibly Arland, shoot down the Zephyr, they did it with heavier than air flying machines. Every scientist on the Industrial Cou...cil says that providing the engine power for that is impossible.” His eyes gleamed and then he spread his hands, as if gesturing to a broadsheet’s front page. “Arland Mystery Weapon Devastates Tarantian Progress!”“I, uh, never said that the flying machines came from Caladon,” I said – though I did feel a twinge, remembering the plaque upon one of. I’m hanging over the edge of the boat watching theblueness of the water when I felt you move up behind me.You pressed against me, pushing your body against mine,almost shoving me overboard.I feet your hard cock pressed against the crack of myass and you rubbing it against me. Then I hear you moanbecause you love doing this and I feet your pre-cum rundown the cheeks of my ass, like a lotion and I know thatyou have it out and you’re playing with it…I feel your strong hand on my. She returned and fastened something to the collar. It turned out to bea leash. She took the leash and led me into the living room, where sheguided me onto a couch. She then removed my blindfold.She was stunning. She had really gone out on her outfit today. She waswearing a black dress with little straps around her shoulders. Thedress was incredibly short-showing almost all of her legs, up to herupper thighs. She wore stiletto heels with straps that almost matchedmine, a silver ankle bracelet. "His hazel eyes glinted as he spoke to her, an amused expression on his face. Oh, yeah. She had definitely been staring."I see. After class, then."Oh, no. Oh, please, God no.Throwing her in a room with him, while her panties were soaked through and her thoughts were drifting, was like throwing chocolate cake in front of a dieting woman. Too delicious to taste, too forbidden to touch.Ugh, why did she always get herself into these situations?But his point was made, and she forced herself to pay.