Tracy patted her daughter's feet and when the girl lifted them, she sat down, allowing her daughter to put her feet in her lap. "I just had coffee at ...inda's."Jenny looked at her mother. Her eyebrows were raised in a 'What's new' look, but didn't say anything.Tracy started rubbing the girl's feet and allowed her hands to go up her calves. "Want to know what they were doing?"Jenny rolled onto her back and allowed her mother to get in a better position to rub her legs. "Sure."Tracy switched feet. They didn’t slow down at all. Just before 3:00 a.m. Force Apache tops a hill and it starts down into a small flat valley. Spread out on both sides of the road is a regiment of Rebel infantry. Gerry has been watching them via Cyclops since before dusk. According to plan his force is bearing down at high speed in two columns with all of their weapons trained out, and waiting. The sound of the vehicles wakes up the sleeping Rebels so they stir and start rising to see what’s going on. Gerry’s lead. You will turn for me, displaying your rounded ass.You will bend over as far as you can with your legs open. You will open your crease. You will close your legs abruptly, having realized you’ve shown too much. You will turn around again and begin caressing your body. You will start hesitantly.You will turn yourself on, for only you know what you like best. You will touch yourself for your pleasure, and my observance. You will forget I am there, watching with all my attention on you and how you. "You like?" my Muse asked with a devious wiggle of her dainty brows. "You're deliciously wicked," I exclaimed. And, although I was still giggling at the sight of Steve continuing to deflate in the bedroom, I felt a pang of guilt. "What's gonna happen to him now?" I asked quietly. My Muse came over and gave me a comforting hug. "When that ol' bag o' wind empties out, we're gonna box him up and send him to a friend of ours . . . he sells all kinds of strange items. I'm certain Steve.