“Still, I believe it is worth the risk if it might prevent our people from being exterminated by yours.”The emotion overtook Yank. “Oh my Whoeve...!” she squealed, tears flowing out of her eyes now. She rushed forward and took the quarterback in her arms, hugging him tightly to her, so tightly it seemed he was having trouble breathing. When she was done hugging him she turned her attention to Catches No Fish and did the same.The two Norcals, in the meantime, stood in the corner of the wardroom,. I moved her hands behind her back, crossed them, and held them both with one of my hands. I tucked her skirt into our hands and laid into tiny panty-covered ass with a strong, firm spanking. Her little ass was dancing in a matter of seconds. What a sweet sexy dance!The next afternoon was a repeat. And the next… and the next.At the end of the week, I slipped her panties down for the first time. Jen made no sound, nor any attempt to stop me. She had learned to accept my corrections. This. For a little while, nothing. The next thing they knew, warrants were being served on the two "victims" of this heinous "attack" for their arrests while they were, for Christ's sake, still in the hospital, and the "cornered assassin" was suddenly the man nobody wanted to talk about any more. All largely without official explanation.They hadn't known whether to shit or go blind.I got to watch the Justice news conference Wednesday morning on the TV in which McDonough tried to sort the mess out for. Part of it was novelty, I’m sure. After years being as tall as my partner – taller when in heels – it felt good to be with a man who was over six inches taller than me and made me feel pleasantly dominated. Though both men were slim; my husband’s body was if anything better trained and more athletic than my lover’s but it was also covered in thick dark hair. Tony’s almost hairless chest on the other hand had at most a soft, sparse, downy feel which in a strange way made me feel cleaner and.