. Mistress?" What?" May I have the privilege of having your e-mail address?" I don't want your filthy, pathetic messages in my in-box, you cock-lover....I will let you know when I expect an e-mail from you. Don't dare ever ask." Yes, Mistress."CLICKI was going out on a limb on this adventure. This stepped outside the boundary of work relations, but I was betting all my chips that Mistress Alexandra could help. I went into work the next day. To my great surprise, Ms. Gere approached me with a. ”“Private, do you know the punishment for lying to me?”“Yes, sir.”“What were you looking at?” the sergeant asked.“Just a magazine, sir.” The private answered.“Where is it? What did you do with it?”“I dropped it, sir. It’s under the bunk, I think, sir.”The sergeant sat down on the cot, bent forward and retrieved the magazine. The pages had wrinkled and it flopped open to the last page the private had been looking at.The sergeant looked up at the soldier, who was still standing at attention, his. Chloe reached up to grab the handles of the metal trunk they kept perishable food in, and saw the 3 guns laying next to the door of the RV. She took the guns, and their ammo, down to the basement, to put in the safe. He had put a new combination when she moved in with him. She had had it set with her birth date, and measurements. She wasn't a sexy slut, she told others, "but I LIKE how I'm made. Especially now that I have a special person to share it with."Vince had smiled and asked her, the. It feels like – like the ship’s engine was just ripped right out."The XO had moved to her station and placed a comforting hand atop the helmsman’s shoulder. Seeing her chest rise and fall so close to his manhood seemed to focus his attention. He felt he could uncover some hidden mystery to make this young woman relax, even smile. "That’s just terrible, Amber. You mean you can feel what the ship feels?"Ensign Taylor sought for words to express the pangs of pain without belittling the pleasure.