“I appreciate that. Every time I ask her anything about it, Carol just smiles enigmatically.”“Yes, Madam, that would be Milady Carol’s way.”...��For answering my question, feel like coming to Dominique’s with us tonight?”Frank looked down at his shoes.“I shouldn’t, Madam ... I have work tomorrow.”“I’m a doctor, I’ll write you a note.”He looked up, his face aglow.“Yes, Madam, I would be privileged to serve. Would it be too much to ask a favor?”Margo smiled.“Sure, go ahead. Won’t promise I’ll grant. "Up," Stan mentally ordered, and each man stood, grasping the tethers.A red light flashed, and Stan ordered, "Go, go, go."The C-130 crew chief pressed the button that closed the rear, after the last man had disappeared into the darkness. He was frowning."Dave, did you hear any of those guys say anything the entire time they were on board?" Steve asked."Nope," Dave replied. "Not even jump orders. That was pretty weird." I was thinking 'spooky, '" Steve mused in response, and shivered.Caleb. With his blond curly hair, high cheekbones and piercing eyes, the woman knows she’ll have a hard time keeping this professional. “Come on, don’t be shy. We’ll do the interview by the pool, if you don’t mind.”“Yes, Miss Eden,” he responds. “That will be fine.”“Please, call me Beatrix,” she insists. “There is no sense for formalities and all the jazz. Say, can I get you something to drink?”The temptation to ask for something exotic and expensive is there, but Townsend resolves to keep this. She looks at me, smiles and says “you really know how to ‘em don’t you?” I blush. What can I say? I picked you didn’t I? I look over at you with this thought and can’t help but notice your nipples…..hardening. I lean over and whisper in your ear, “Look at her, you can almost see her tits in that robe.” And with this I pass my hand over your breasts. Debbie looks on, watching my hand as it glides over your nipples. I whisper again, “You can see her pussy hiding behind the ties that hold her.