“She can’t be in here!” one of the generals stuttered. “She isn’t cleared for this kind of information.”Too bad I can read minds then, rig...t? So, you have some soldiers trapped in Iran? What happened? What are US soldiers doing in Iran? Linda asked. Ret scanned them for all the information, but she still wanted to make the jerk-off general sweat.“They’re not soldiers. They’re a US Navy SEAL team. A full platoon of sixteen men. They were sent to destroy a major terrorist training facility in. ” He looked at her left hand with its engagement and wedding rings. “No that’s OK,” she said. “We’re just going to go over each other’s portfolios.” She laughed again and so did he. “We’d better go back in,” he said. “Otherwise we’ll miss out on the dessert.” He smiled at her. Then he said, “I want to have you naked except for your nylons the first time. You are wearing stockings and not pantyhose, aren’t you?” “Yes,” said Em. An hour later Em lay naked except for her nylons on the sofa. The breath whooshed from her lungs as her muscles clenched. The skin seemed to throb with the imprint of his hand sending another thrill to her wet core, making her wetter. She pressed her cheek into the mattress as the burn heated her mind. He didn’t wait for an answer, striking fast, giving her a matching print on her unmarked cheek. The throb of her skin inflamed her that much more. If she expected him to stop then, she was mistaken. His hand fell in a steady pattern, covering the exposed. Uss din sunday tha or mera bhi off tha to maine pucha aj itna zaldi kyu. Boli k mere PG me painting ka kam chalu h or mujhe elergy h uski smell se. Wo apne sath ek beg laai thi or thodi ladkhda rhi thi to maine pucha beg me kya h to boli bhaiyya kapde hai main ek do din yhi ruk jaau agr aapko problm nhi ho to.Main to mann hi mann aasman me pahush gya.Fir maine pucha k ladkhada kyu rhi ho to boli k mera pair stairs se takra gya or mere knee me chot lg gyi. Maine bola theek h tum relax kro main.