“See?!” Emma said, laughing, as he coughed.Brent slowed but still ended up finishing his plate first; Emma was close behind, though. Their dishes ...ent into the sink unwashed for the time being. Emma took Brent by the hand and led him to the bedroom.“Ok, let’s get this party started! Start stripping,” Emma directed. She helpfully pointed at his clothes.Brent moved quickly and was naked in under thirty seconds. His clothes were tossed to the side unceremoniously. Emma, still naked, was already. That thought of Kim led him to countless memories which seemed to flash in his mind like one of those kaleidoscope montages often shown on TV, flashing a quick summary of someone’s career or a sequence of events. Those thoughts were disrupted when the old man asked, “Frank, have you given any thought about your future? You have to know after your daughter is rescued Vasquez will be coming after you with a vengeance.”Embarrassed he hadn’t thought along these lines the admiral replied, “Honestly,. Willow stiffened as the suddenness of his entrance stretched her hymen very wide.It didn’t so much hurt, as it was an uncomfortable feeling of finding him forcing muscles and flesh further apart than they normally were. “Shit Willow,” he cussed and kissed her hard and deep to distract her from the discomfort.He gently rocked his hips into her, and she was soon rocking back into him. He started pulling out further and sliding back to rock into her pelvis again. Willow responded by gripping him. Any lingering doubts of an easier three years dissipated with the absurd order. His exams were in order and every archivist on the grounds knew his abilities. Was this a test or just a technocrat's exercise in humiliation?"Of course, Master Atto," he indicated with a touch of obeisance."Of the four major languages an archivist is required to read, how many have you acquired?"Yakhir kept the annoyance off of his face. Everyone knew his test scores in languages including this officious buffoon,.