I leaned back and put my hand down my panties, surprised to find myself nice and moist. When I started rubbing myself and panting heavily, it was not ... show at all, but the beginnings of a growing sexual arousal.“Turn over, honey,” said Geoff. “Get on all fours and let us see you rub yourself from behind.”I was only too willing to do so, and, turning over, I slipped my panties down exposing my tight pussy and my puckered little ass-hole to their gaze. I spread my ass for them so they could get. That sound she made, soft and vulnerable, the purr of a kitten from the mouth of a lioness, it wrapped around his spine in the particular magic of intimate familiarity. It hurt, hurt because he knew he would be losing it soon again. But for now she was still in bed with him and he was not willing to let those moments, possibly the last moments, slip from his grasp without a fight. His lips wandered from the soft curve of her shoulder further up, the sharp edge of her bone too prominent under. ”‘‘Everyone is to pick up a couple black hoods with the draw string and flex cuffs - all prisoners are to be hooded and cuffed. No, the draw string is not to choke them with though I know you would like to.”‘‘There are two video news units imbedded - one in each battalion - they have strict instructions not to film your faces, the faces of anyone captured or of any dead. They have been instructed they are to stop filming when directed to do so by an officer. See to it they follow those. .. !!"Chris sat cross-legged on the bed as we drank our coffee, her smile made me want her, I drained my mug and put it in the nightstand, but as I reached for her she grabbed my wrist, "Oh no you don't my little minx, we have things to do and a shop to run." Still gripping my wrist she dragged me out from beneath the covers and into the bathroom, spinning me around to sit me on the toilet, "hurry up, I want to scrub your back," she grinned and left me there, whilst she headed for the.