She frowned slightly. "Well... I don't know. I can't seem to think straight with a naked man in my bed." Oh. Okay then. I guess I'll get dressed," he ...oked, with an exaggerated look of disappointment. He began to rise, though every part of him testified to his desire to stay."Uh-uh," Susan replied, grabbing his shoulders."Good, I didn't really want to anyway." He sank back onto the pillow. "Seriously though, tell me what you want to do, before I can't think anymore." What I want to do is keep. "Look at his shirt. He's been through enough shit to make it. Besides, where we're going, no one will care," Sawyer told him.I had managed to get most of the stuff in the rucksack and we headed back to the other building. Sawyer had instructions for me on the way."Take this up to the room. Change clothes, load the magazines and leave the weapon in the rack there. Make sure that the LBE and ruck fit you. Fill the canteens from the potable water trailer. Make sure that everything is ready to go,. “Yes.”“Guard, attend me,” he called toward the door.The man opened the door and braced to attention. “Yes, Sire?”“Remove her bindings.”The guard knelt to remove her ankle chains, and then he stood to remove the chains at her wrists. Finally, he unlaced the hood at the back and lifted it off her head. Her dark hair flowed down to her shoulders, and she gazed up at her captor with eyes the color of the midday sky.“Leave us, and return to your sergeant.” He turned his attention back to her as the. I kissed the soft roundness of her tummy just below her garter belt and the indentations inside her hips. The musky fragrance of womanhood wafted into my nostrils as I parted the damp hairs of her muff with my tongue and found the slippery feminine cleft hidden there. Stephanie leaned back on the dresser so that she was almost sitting on it and lifted one leg over my shoulder. When I found the hard little knot of sensitive flesh buried in the steamy folds of her cunt and flicked it lightly with.