“As commander on the spot I recommend against keeping him.”“Noted but over-ruled, due to the Article, as you well know. Blademaster Tanell has b...en granted asylum by the Empire. He is not under any circumstances to be handed over. That is Amantil’s order to Fleet Command and she will not brook any leeway in that order. Nor will I.”“She’s going to get good men and women killed!” Flasko exploded.“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s part of the job description! Plus, Amantil is the. Her prominent clitoral hood was readily visible through the hair. The exposed, fleshy labia major and paper thin labia minora between her slender thighs made me think of the incredible warmth and wetness inside. My penis could take no more. She moved to me, pressed her incredible body against me and gave me a long, tender kiss. She began unbuttoning my shirt. I reached down to unfasten my belt. ‘Let me,’ she said, removing my shirt, moving my hands away from my belt and completing the. Tired lines of loss were drawn on the faces of the soldiers. Others limped in search of comfort, for orders.Her army was in a state of confusion.The flag of the Coalition flapped majestically in the wind outside the command tent. Another flag waved at the camp. A flag bearing the image of an oval mirror with glued-together cracks was planted at the other side of camp. Another force had taken hold here along with the militia she was familiar with.Command had called her home before the final. ‘Mark that feels so good,’ Marlene whispered as Mark played with her pussy. ‘I want you so bad,’ he began teasing her clitoral hood, coaxing her hardening button out. ‘You know what I like about you?’ she asked as she lay back on the desk, her hands roaming to her breasts. ‘Hmm?’ Mark flicked her clit with his tongue. ‘Oh God,’ she whispered and tensed as he suckled on her love button. She finally caught her breath and said, ‘You live dangerously.’ ‘I do,’ he agreed as her juice dribbled down.