.. oh please stop. Oh my God. I need to get a minute here.? I couldn't take any more. Not at that moment anyway. When he pulled his face out of m... thighs he was grinning from ear to ear and he moved to lay beside me. I nuzzled into him while he caressed me, waiting for me to cool down enough to be able to continue both mentally and physically. If I my brain hadn't been on a temporary shut down I would have giggled at the sight of his erection, poking up the front of his skirt. . Working up a small-unit platform for observation of mobile targets in Central and South America was a good precautionary move, and the asset could be lent (seconded) to CIA for anti-communism activity in Colombia and Peru, but the larger need in Fales' opinion, and the opinion of those who mattered, such as his boss and the Department of the Navy, was for drug interdiction and suppression, as well as monitoring of maritime traffic for weapons, specie (gold and gems), and drugs.The navy had some. No hanky-panky.”“No hanky-panky but maybe some panky-hanky,” he said with a big grin.They both laughed as she plopped down next to him, her thigh touching his. His arm, which had been up on the back of the couch, slid down to her shoulders. She unconsciously snuggled closer to him.As they were watching the movie and drinking, he was casually letting his hand and arm move slowly down her shoulder, ever closer to her boob. She was relaxed from the beer and her general comfort from being around. Only thenwas I to offer repeated apologies and promises not to repeat my misdeeds. Allthe while, she held the crop across her lap, an unspoken threat of furtherpunishment if I screwed up. It was easy for me to be totally sincere, withmy ass still burning from the whipping I had just received. I didn't want toget on her wrong side again any time soon. Of course, I didn't know it thenbut, as I learned later, I didn't have to misbehave to merit a beating. Dianewould punish or torment me whenever.