Margaret Lundgren’s problem is Jeri, and that’s not solvable in my opinion.”“So why try to wreck your business?”“So that I’ll pressure J...ri to embrace her ‘destiny’ as her mother sees it. If she takes away Jeri’s dream job, maybe Jeri changes her mind. That’s her thinking, anyway. I don’t see it happening. Of course, it could just be vindictive and she’s going to do it just to prove how powerful she is.”“So what do we do?”“First, we talk with the leadership team. Then we talk with the Board.. Oh so juicy. He was loving torturing her pussy and then she started digging her long nails into his ass. He knew she was about to cum."Come on baby. Cum for me," he said."Don't stop. Don't stop," she pulled him out to scream into the night air.He pushed in a finger and it was all over for her. She pushed his cock out with her tongue and screamed out her release, squirming to break his hold. He held her legs while she rode out her orgasm.Damn, this woman is so sexy, he thought as he watched her. .. and two tanks. One of ours?" Pommy bastard," Junior said."The base commandant is here. It's Junior on the other end, sir. Princess Wendolyn Elizabeth Wanzor Austin." Princess? Are we at war?" It was a Brit, sir. And, sir ... please call me Junior. My mom is the princess ... I'm just the heir apparent." Junior? If you insist. A Pommy? How did a Pommy get on board your boat?" He's Aide du Camp to one of the Admirals?" You have Royal Navy Admirals on board? How many? Where did they come from?". Minutes or moments, I'm not sure which, passed.Trish whined, “My arms hurt, Laura.”“Shut up,” I hissed, as I studied then released her right leg (had I really bit her that many times!).“Roll over. On your stomach!”So there she was, face down, hands secured behind her back, that fantastic ass; I needed another bite. So I took it. I bit that nice meaty left cheek, just below that artistic (and, let’s face it, slightly clichéd ) butterfly tattoo. Delicious!I gently spread her legs apart and.