She was also a doctor, a psychologist. She was beautiful and smart. Scary smart. Scary, scary smart. Like Iris.Truth be told, he'd gone up on that mou...tain behind Refuge in a gillie suit to protect the boss lady, not the boss. He'd volunteered for this mission for the boss lady, not the boss. He'd been hired to protect her, and protect her he would. He'd do whatever it took to keep her safe.Winston had not expected to like Dr. Loni Masterson, but he did. He more than liked her; he loved her. He. I love the sound of your voice, your adorable little hands…” I took her hands in mine and kissed them for emphasis— “And you do this thing to me when you smile. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like—it’s like I’ve been sitting in the dark all day, and somebody just switched on the lights.” As if on cue, she smiled and lit up my world. “Look, Liz—I know what you’re thinking, because I’m thinking the same thing. That it’s gonna suck big-time when we have to go away to college.” She nodded.. This brings her shoulder blades closer together while she’s breaths slowly, her chest moving up and forward. She has her arms by her side and she turns her hands so that her thumbs points forwards.We look at each other lovingly and when she notices that I have no remote in my hand but a black leather paddle I see her eyes smile and they shine desire. Her breathing gets faster and she wet her lips as I get up, walk over to her and stand behind her.She has done her hair neatly and I start to. " She got down on her knees and waited. I said, "Take my pants off, Shannon."She reached up and unbuckled my belt, then opened my pants and pulled down my zipper. I was so desperate for her to touch my cock that I almost danced, but I restrained myself; I wanted to seem always in perfect control. She pulled my pants down to my shoes, then reached for my underpants. "No," I said hoarsely, "Take off my shoes." She took them off, which took an excruciatingly long time, and then slid my pants.