Bob came back in and takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom with Craig following close behind.In the bedroom there were candles lit, a video camera ...et up, handcuffs, a silk scarf to be used as a blindfold, oils and a few miscellaneous items. It doesn't take Bob long to get undressed and while Craig is getting undressed, Bob starts to undress me. First, he slowly takes my sweater off, enjoying the site of my tits. He leans down and licks and sucks each nipple as he squeezes each tit in his. "Exactly." Sasha replied, stopping her paperwork to look you in the eyes. "Normally, I believe every pilot that comes to this academy has the potential to at least make it through the cadet program. I am greatly disappointed to say that you have broken this academy's record. You are by far the worst flyer to ever come her, the worst I have ever seen, and the worst that I ever thought was possible." You wanted to say something, but what could you say? Sasha was completely right about you. You. She never understood why he became so uncomfortable, or even at times angry when such a topic was brought up. Every conversation about this ended the same way. Her father ended up crying behind his closed bedroom door. (She couldnt go to her mother about these things, because she had passed away when Marissa was only a few days old.) As she grew older, she became more sensitive to the way he reacted. She figured something must be wrong with her. So she stopped asking, just for his sake. But. Then I grabbed a can of pineapple juice from the fridge and as I slammed it down I realized it was Saturday morning and I needed to be at work for 10am. Still had more than 2 hours to chill. I sat in and laid the matching leather recliner back as far as I could and used the remote to turn on some music that we both loved as the sunshine began to come through our living room window. I was laying back with my eyes closed and legs straight thinking about what had happened that morning and.