"Barbara sobbed, turning her head away and closing her eyes. How she hated herself! She should be crying out even now, even under the threat of anothe... beating. But instead she lay there, panting like a bitch in rut, her crotch filled with a wild throbbing. She wanted to touch that cock, to feel it, to smell it!"No!" She sobbed, scooting back, her spine pressed against the stall wall. Clenching her fists, she pressed them to her sides, shaking her head from left to right. Christina was only a. There are no aircraft or missiles coming our way and no movement on the ground for miles. Apparently all that is going on is what we see on the screen. Shall we go talk to this guy?"The General started to object, wanting to keep Jeff absolutely safe, but rank or no rank, Whitworth knew how useless an objection would be. He might be polite about it, but the Prime would do whatever the hell he wanted to do.As they jogged out the front door of Security Headquarters, an SUV was waiting for them. She looked goofy when I pulled back.“Am I getting one of those?” Connie grinned as she walked passed Zoë. Pat looked up at Connie.“Damned straight you are! Give me some brown sugar!” Pat made a kissy face and reached forward with all of the seduction of a first grade bully. Connie took the bait and reached in and laid a sweet little kiss on Pat’s lips. Pat reacted like Connie’s lips were electric. Her bright eyes flicked up at me. She found her courage, reached into Connie’s hair and kissed. So I said yes. Because I had work, I only got to his place at midnight. We started off drinking some beer and watching some television show, sitting about a foot apart on the couch. Then he moved closer and put his arm around me. I knew I could stop him by acting cold, but I didn’t even feel a shred of ambivalence: this was what I wanted, to get fucked tonight. Soon he was massaging my nipple through my shirt. Soon our shirts were off and we were kissing on the couch.A few minutes later, we.