Deep down I knew that what was happening was wrong, but I still could not believe that I had let my son seduce me. What was worse was that I knew that...I would surrender myself to him again; he had touched something within me that craved to be controlled by him. Shame, guilt even fear coursed through me, but at the same time I felt fulfilled, desired and contented; right or wrong I wanted the sensations of pleasure Victor gave me.Victors' eyes roamed over my body again; there was a smile of. So we took our four days in my cabin and made the most of them. We had to fend off reporters in droves; with Sam and Marilyn driving, and with Camilla's famous photo as fuel, our incarceration had stayed well up in the news, and when the media learned we'd been released the phone calls started coming. A carload of enterprising reporters actually found their way to my cabin one afternoon. We were polite, we were pleasant, and we were boring. They'd thought we'd heard or seen something, it turned. If what they believe they know is not accurate, the decision may be a bad one, but they cannot determine that in advance without having all the facts.Every general is faced with the question of whether his intelligence, and by that I mean the acquired information, is accurate and up to date. Information that may have been accurate yesterday may not be so accurate tomorrow; delays in obtaining information affect it. Situations can change quickly, especially in conflict. An old military adage is. It felt good spending some time chatting with a nice girl. We were joking about me being able to read her mind because I could anticipate her thoughts, her calling me "Master", her "threatening" me to ask my boss that I spend a whole day helping her in her job (not actually a threat because I think I would actually have loved that).So that day I came back home feeling all warm inside and having nothing that I could do to "release my sexual tension".I couldn't help imagining kissing her, her.