The extra nine minutes just wouldn’t be worth the rush later. Jeff and the dogs still snored, not even fazed by that annoying alarm going off at the...ungodly hour of 5 AM. Pulling the covers back, the cold air hits her with it’s instant wake up effect. The master bath is only six steps from her side of the bed. Groping in the dark, she closes the door before turning on the light. Jeff was taking the day off to get some projects done around the house today. So, in exchange for letting him sleep. The dream was a vivid recollection of a particularly rough day of interrogation while stuck in the basement of the CID-SI headquarters in Ft. Sam Houston. Tim woke with a shock, clutching at his chest, where the hatchet eventually had impaled him while being questioned by the government in his dream. It took a moment for Tim to remember he was no longer a prisoner.A slight sheen of sweat covered his body despite his calm, air-conditioned bedroom. It took Tim a moment to calm down from his. I could feel my butt already starting to burn red, and knew that the redness would be obvious to everyone there. ‘Please s****r, can I have another?’ I said. Sure enough, the second s****r stepped up and gave me another hard smack in the right check, and followed it up with a quick smack on the left check. ‘Please s****r, can I have another?’ It kept going on, some s****rs preferring the hard full handed smacks to my butt, while others liked the quick stinging flicks across the checks. I could. Both beauties getting it on with those animals. Shit.They turned in early, and Tawny made them both wear their pants and long sleeved shirts when they set off into the jungle the next morning, rather than use the bug spray. "Bug perfume stinks. Tigers hate stink. Like pussy, though." Gina had a strange, twisted look of desire on her face, and applied makeup heavily.She ended up looking whorish, slutty and sexy. Evan was confused about his feelings, but so turned on by her anticipation he could.