She sighed, resigned to having to kill him. The last thingshe needed was that swine looking for any and everyopportunity to do her harm."That is it!"...she crowed, before her eyes narrowed on the oldwizard, her smooth brow furrowing in concentration.Suddenly, his arms rose up, and his hands began to make aseries of complicated gestures. His mouth opened and hebegan to sing. . . .She felt confusion, then recognition and finally terror roilup in his isolated mind. - - STOP. . . Please STOP .. Truth be told, Sir drove me crazy in a hot way. He was the neighbor guy you'd really wanted but never could have. Before Master and Sir had their agreement, I'd often fantasized about Sir taking me and having his way with me. Here I stood in my stiletto platforms, miniskirt, stockings and garter set patiently waiting on Sir. Where was he???? My pussy was juicy wet with anticipation of the flogging I'd likely get for being such a bad girl while Master was away. Sir generally took care of me very. I'm glad you're loved, but I hope that you get a better commander soon. One thing that all Civil Service Officers seem to get very intimate with is the difficulties that a poor commander can cause. I don't see anything much here as we don't really have a true combat unit, but I have seen that even in situations that would seem to not be dangerous can become dangerous if a bad supervisor is in charge. I cannot help but imagine that in the marines a bad superior officer leaves a great many more. When we go out I invite her to take something home, and I can not say no. When we arrived, her house was ready as only a Japanese woman knows. He changed and put on a small bathrobe over his knee, knotted to one side with small tassels of fabric, which showed his back and torso. Then she brought a tray with a glass of rose wine and a little shusi, with some prawn bread. He stared at me as he ate, and listening intently to everything I told him. I can not help but feel a little uneasy about his.