" He put his arms around her, and she nuzzled his chest with her head. She reached down and slowly ran her hands over his buttocks and then back up hi... back. Her hands were under his tunic now, and he could feel their soft, cool, soothing touch. She smiled at the small movement she felt in his pants. "You may not like me, but your manhood does." She said, looking up at him.A single tear ran down Hyandai's cheek as she listened, her face one of absolute blankness. Harlen was trying so hard, she. And then I pushed back in. Deeper this time -- grinding my balls into her chin. She took it all without gagging. She was getting used to it. I shifted my grip, grabbing her pony tail with one hand and my other hand at the base of her neck, still balls deep. I pulled her head back -- leaving my tip in her mouth...letting her catch her breath, and then I shoved it all the way back in again. This time repeatedly. Not a jack-hammer -- but a slow rhythmic pumping. She groaned again, sending the. They were dressed to the nines, and had each come to the meal escorted by the officers they had earlier selected to "motivate." Emily, the most recent victim of the gas, and the most thoroughly affected by it, had decided quite early that morning that Captain Juan Vasquez, a young, handsome, personable lad from a very wealthy family, was just the boy to help her try out her new equipment. Vasquez was in charge of communications, and was the first one to prove co-operative. Under Emily's subtle. Yet, last night with you, it was if we had never been apart.’ Tom gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head. Had she looked up she would have seen the tears welling in his eyes and one that came dangerously close to sliding down his cheek. ‘Do you have any regrets?’ she asked sheepishly almost afraid of his answer. Tom swallowed hard pushing back the lump in his throat that had suddenly grown thick. ‘I have no regrets from last night Ellen, but I do have regrets for having left you so.