Julie's passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this could be happening. Last night in the car he had brutally ripped this v...luptuous girl's virginity from between her legs in a brutal rape, and yet today she was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave. He could not stand it another minute, and he moved over, slithering on top of her warm soft, white body like a protective blanket. He could feel it quivering helplessly out of control under him. .. too damn bad ... it was their right to examine all suspicious vessels and there was no recourse or action that could be taken against them against them.It was only when one of the no-neck inspectors pushed the Admiral and he fell that we saw the result of fan and cesspool contents mixing.It was bad.No ... it was BAD!Very bad ... bad to the nth degree.The unconscious Customs agents were in the lockdown ward in the Shore Patrol Brig at the Naval Base Hospital and the Admiral was on the phone. Her head dropped to look at his shoes as she waited.Gently she felt his hand rest on the top of her head, idly beginning to play with her hair. His weight shifted on his feet slightly to allow his lips to touch her forehead."Welcome home, slave," he whispered softly.*There was little said as her master led her to his car and helped her in. They drove most of the way home in complete silence, his emotionless face holding her on edge.She'd never been with him before, never known the weight of his. She must have had a cold water head bath. She hurriedly walked into the house, shivering, with wet hair, and her flawless skin dripping golden water droplets all over. Her waist length hair, flowing on her firm breasts is still wet and soaked her thin petticoat making it almost transparent, and her dark nipples and aureole are clearly visible. She picked up a towel from the wardrobe walked to the dressing table and started drying her wet hair with it. She wasn’t wearing a panty, and the wet.