..It's ok to let yourself go sometimes..' When your start rubbing the inside of me faster and faster I realise what you REALLY meant. But its too lat.... I squirt all over on your knee, on your jeans.'I'm sorry' I mutter. You smirk and then with a straight face you tell me:'If we were anywhere else, I would slap your pretty face hard for that,' pointing to the wet patch I made on your jeans. 'And I would treat you really bad.' We both stand up and you pull your jeans and shorts down to your. We dare not refuse."I got up and started to shed my clothing casually. "Yes, that will be nice before we all go home."Sabreena gave me a long level stare, nodded and started to undress as well. Within a few moments we were all gathered in the cleansing pond, a bit of a tight fit but not overmuch so."Sabreena, I did not know that you have a lovely little mole under your left breast." Dammit, Bert, it is about time you took note of the real me," she answered with a relaxed smile.Once we had set. Sent to Her a couple of months before the photo-session – She wore this outfit at the Worship SessionIn the event, I was so nervous throughout that I could hardly speak to Her, let alone say “would you like to see what’s on my laptop Miss?”! She was very good at keeping everything going, light and chatty, doing lovely poses. She was obviously very used to nervous wankers seeing their wank-queen for the first time, or maybe many times, and being gob-smacked as they saw Her show Her lovely curves. The Army wasn't taking single parents.I sat down with my parents, my ex-husband, my sister and the recruiter. Stu was terrified of taking Jeremy. In his defense, I will point out that he had no family support available. His parents were divorced. His mother had moved away and his dad's only interests were drinking beer and hunting deer, in season or out. Stu made no objections when the recruiter proposed we surrender custody of Jeremy to my parents. We took the legal steps and a month later I.