30 in the night. I was doing Ph.D. research those days and I too will be sitting late in my study room. All others will go to bed before 10pm. At abou... 10.30, Laila came out of the dining room where she was studying and called me softly. She was standing in the veranda near the door to the dining room. The door was 90% closed. I went near her. She was wearing a full skirt and blouse with hooks in the front. This is her usual dress. I was in a lungi with nothing inside as is my practice after. As I walk up behind you, my footsteps alert you, so I bound forward and grab your hair, forcing your face forward! "Don't look at me, no screaming, and you will not get hurt!" I force your head down, in turn curling your body from the waist, your long torso taking up the contour of the table. I use my knee to force your powerful firm thighs apart, I take a scarf from my pocket and slide my hand down your leg to your ankle. I bound your joint to the table leg, and in turn,bind your other ankle. He had tried his best to dissuade her.When the two of them arrived at the Civil Service reception area, the woman at the desk ignored Flic and just talked to Bill, "Private Osbourne. The Centurion will see you shortly. Please take a seat."As they sat waiting, Flic glared at the receptionist, wondering what a Moslem woman in a headscarf was doing here. Hadn't the Confederacy left all the Moslems behind on Earth? Pulling her mind back to their current situation, she asked Bill, "Is a Centurion. Before I knew what she was saying, Terri blurted out, albeit, quietly, "Uh, er, Ian, may I touch that?"She was pointing straight at my straining erection. This question from the could be gorgeous but slightly frowsy class smart nerd and the one thathad showed herself to be extremely shy? The world must be ending.With a big gulp, I answered, "Yeah, sure you can."Very slowly and haltingly, Terri used her index finger to trace the line of my engorged missile from its base to the tip of the glans..