All the commanders from the corps commander down knew and loved Frances. Mark guessed also that they were not averse to casting an eye over the Collin...'s reputedly beautiful daughter.Finally he rang the Green Howards."Adjutant!" Good afternoon, Sir." Mark!" came the delighted reply. "How are you and how's the job going?" Excellent to both questions, thank you, Peter. And how are you and everyone else?" Same answer. Anyway, why did the ADC to GOC 3 Div ring a lowly adjutant? I'm not that. I want to make Him proud and elevate Him through my actions. He deserves that. I have started to let my thoughts drift to seeing Him in real life. Feeling the sting of His hand on my face, my ass. Feeling His fingers claim me, his physical power overshadowing any sense of control I have and feeling Him truly claim me, mark me, make me his property. I have visions of standing in an airport, anxious to greet Him and breathing in my vulnerability as I feel His eyes on me, but I am helpless to find. "What do you write about, if you don't mind me asking?" Alice asked."Travel, mostly. Although I'm also trying my hand at fiction," Mala explained."Where else have you traveled?" Alice asked, leaning in and captivated.Mala rattled off her impressive list: "Vietnam, Haiti, Bangkok, Cape Town, Beijing, Mumbai, most of Europe, but that goes without saying," she added, given that Brits travel to mainland Europe about as readily as we travel to the nearest Olive Garden.Alice gave me a look as she. Slow down. That’s it. Do you see him?All of a sudden Tyler stopped. She heard a muffled like thud of sorts. Marie, acting as if she had no idea what was going on, looked up. Acting as if she was not aware she was wearing only a bra and panties only looked up into Tyler’s face.On the other hand, Tyler was just beginning to stare at Marie’s figure. Bra, boobs, body, and shit look at her cute sexy panties for that matter. God, look at her hips even. Holy shit, look at her body his facial.