" Understood," Jackson replied. "I trust your forces are privy to the same telemetry you're receiving?" Fuckin' aye," he said with a nod. "I commandee...ed one of the peepers after the arty withdrew. It is now giving us real-time shots of the enemy advance and the computer is translating them into battlefield telemetry and broadcasting it out to the field units. It updates on every combat soldier's combat computer every six seconds." Good enough," Jackson said. "I'll be watching it as well.. She kissed him back, roughly, and they descended together onto the floor of the locker room. Carmen loved the feeling of having Charles’ tall muscular body on top of her, and she pulled him tighter on top of her. He kissed her neck roughly and nibbled her ear, and the feeling of his five o’clock shadow against her skin excited her. In the dark of the locker room she could feel Charles unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down. He slid his hand down the front of her underwear and was able to. ..she had dyed her hair black that morning and had recently had it cut into a bob; both of which really suited her. She was wearing a plain blue t-shirt under which her firm proud tits swelled temptingly and tight black leggings, both of which served to make her gorgeous round arse look so good I hadn't been able to help leaving my hand on it most of the time we had walked round. The leggings seemed accentuate her buttocks and made them all the more tempting, especially as she walked...a fact I. Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her master’s dick. Feeling soiled and foul covered in the sticky honey and scratchy feathers. That’s where she spent the rest of the week. There or on Grant’s office couch typing up notes on a laptop. She was his personal assistant now. Left with little choice but to work for him. As he had planned. Ian gave the swarthy client a tentative smile as he took the man’s empty cup. Grant had.