I took my hand from her tit and placed in on the inner slope of her right leg then smoothed her warm skin higher and higher. “Keep going, you’re a...most there,” she coached. My fingertips touched her soft fabric covered flesh. “Just an inch or two more and you’ll be home.” I pushed the elastic aside and felt her bare flesh. It was smooth, moist, and warm.I rubbed up and down her length, making her body jolt when I touched her button. She moaned as two fingers entered her and gasped quietly, as I. "Yes, Mr. President," I said, respectfully."John, if you don't learn to use my Christian name, I swear, I'll send Casey to climb on your lap and bat your ears!" We both laughed."What can I do for you, Sir?" That got us both laughing again."Well, I am 'secure' four-hundred feet below the surface, in a windowless, airless, lightless bunker. In about forty seconds I intend to lose my mind and start screaming. In the meantime I thought I would call and let you know how perfectly you handled your. Cien shook his head. ‘Aye, kill as many as you wish, but no harm will come to the lady Rose.’ He paused and looked at the three men. ‘Understood.’ ‘Aye, Cien. We understand.’ Harry Buchannan agreed. Of the three commanders there, he trusted Harry the most. He’d fostered with him as a lad. Twas an English tradition, but his father thought it beneficial for him to learn from another Laird as well as he. Cien had never thought it wrong. ‘We leave at day break.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No one had. She’d strapped her ankles to the heavy legs and stood on tiptoes to keep her ass in the air. From this angle I could see her breasts pressed flat under her chest against the dark, polished wood, her arms out to the sides, gripping the edges. Her head was turned in my direction, cheek resting on the tabletop, and she’d wrapped a scarf around her head, blindfolding herself. My towel felt suddenly tight and I undid the knot, letting it fall to the floor as I stepped slowly to the table. ‘Oh,.