Protocols were not always observed by Johnny on the spot, either because he didn't understand them fully, or the Force lacked the resources to properl... implement them.In any case, Junior Lieutenant Raul Castro was the sole Guardian on duty at a remote post known as 'Sub 7.' This stretch of The Fringe was about 8 kilometers wide and consisted of swampy, broken country transited by an old, disused road. Castro was newly promoted and, at 21, had only been in the service for a year. His rise in the. "As the cleck did the check he opened the special plug and showed her the long tail that hung from it."Egg is working fine.Will that be cash or charge?"He smilled and open her blouse.She took a quick breath as he pulled the lacy cup covering her right tit down till her nipple then the money was visible.He took the money,but left the cup down,her nipple exposed and her tit on display.He paid,then open the box with her special butt plug .It wasn't the plug that surprised her was how long the tail. He had only been gone 3 days but it felt like a life time without any cock. I read the text message again. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.Knock knock on my bedroom door. It must be Rachel. She was staying with me for the weekend. She had been my best friend for years.“Come in” I shouted. She popped her head round the door. “Sorry, I can’t sleep. I heard your phone so I thought you’d be awake” she said.I told her to come in and regretted it instantly. I turned on the light as she. My hand automatically went to my dick. Everything was flashing in front of my eyes. It was like I was reliving the whole scene again, all at once.My newly-wed muslim neighbour’s naked shining body, her perfect breasts, the intensity of her hand movements, the passion as she was squishing her boobs, were all before my eyes. The touch of her fingers, her walk across the room, those long thick thighs, those voiceless moans, her ever so delicious lips, and whatnot were swimming in my mind.It didn’t.