”“Thank you for your support, Meritocrat,” Clessik replied.“No problem, glad I could help. Good luck and try to keep our people as safe as pos...ible, including our Allies.”“Of course, Meritocrat,” Clessik answered as both Admirals saluted.“We have orders to report to the Assault Carrier Spitfire,” Flinn announced.“New mission then,” Torun observed unnecessarily.“Yep, should be fun. Wonder where we’re off to?” I added.“Apparently it’s a raid,” Flinn replied with a frown.“On who ... or what?”. While it rang, Denise struggled to breath normally."I T." Mari's voice rang out."It's Denise." She sounded almost normal if you could not see her struggling not to cum.Helen ignored their conversation and pulled Denise's pants on. She deliberately kicked the girl's lacy white panties under the desk. When the call ended, Helen silenced Denise's frantic whispers about her underwear with a deep French kiss and finger fucked the girl to a proper orgasm. She let Denise help lick her fingers. Seeing me wince at this she held the shaft with her left hand and scraped the nails on her right hand across the glans and over the hole which was the most pleasureable pain I have ever experienced.....’Get back over my knee’ she commanded menacingly reaching down to my chinos and pulling the leather belt from the loops. ‘’Oh please not the belt, Alexa’ I pleaded, but I was wasting my time as it cracked down across my scarlet bottom and upper thighs. My only comfort was that she reached between. I remembered my dad’s story about the two National Geographic photographers, all his fatherly advice dispensed in joke form. I snorted another laugh. They had been approaching a pride of lions, when suddenly, one of them stopped to put on a pair of sneakers. “What are you doing, Mate?” the other one asked. “You’re not going to outrun a lion in those.” “I don’t need to outrun the lions,” he said. “I only need to outrun you.” “Fuckin’ Dad!” I chuckled as I poked at the sausages on the Weber. He.