But she still managed to make them look O so sexy.She thanked me effusively for all my care and concern. All in a days work, I replied, offering her a...brandy, and helping myself to one. I sat on the twin bed, with the tray beside me. The brandy would help us both relax. She'd slept well, was feeling much better, but didn't feel like eating anything. I asked her if I could I check her over for bruises and scratches (the latter could become nastily infected in this climate, I warned her)? She. There was no way I was going to be able to seduce her, not looking like I did, so the only course left open to me would be to take her. But I needed to take her in a way that would that would keep me out of jail and in a way that would see to it that I could have her whenever I wanted her.It didn't take a lot of thought to come up with a plan. Drug her, fuck her and take pictures that made it look like she was doing it willingly and then threaten to show them around if she didn't cooperate in. He led from the front, which made him a leader men and women would follow, but it also meant he exposed himself to unnecessary risks."What are we going to do when the war is over?" she asked instead. The war seemed to be winding down. The superior resources of the Alliances were slowly overpowering the Federation. The invasion at Iridian was stalled and it seemed to everyone around that a truce—if not an outright peace settlement—was coming soon.Both of them had spent the past few weeks. I tongued him harder, lubing him and trying to tease open his hole. I finally lifted a pre-lubed finger from my strap-on preparations and slid it into his puckered butt. He grunted and grabbed his cock. I fingered him with increasing intensity. Brent was loving it. I slipped another finger in, and Brent laughed. He bucked against me and called me a dirty girl. I fingered him harder, and he pounded his cock in equal ferocity. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. My fingers still working into.