Before she could question me, I laughed and held my hands In front of me reassuringly, and began to tell her why I was so silent. Smiling broadly, I b...gan, “Moriah, do you fancy a wager?” I asked in the best British accent I could muster. She cocked her head to the side, clearly confused as to where I was going with this. She thought briefly on what I had asked and slowly shook her head in understanding. She had already downed three Ambrosian Mists, and this was her fourth, so I didn't blame. Sexy as hell. I began to grow in my pants, I wanted to do so many naughty things with that girl. Her bather bottoms clung to her white flesh. Her cleavage made my cock pulse. I snapped out of it and remembered the task at hand, I needed to spank her and she needed to be pleased. I was in charge and she was a camper. I needed to assert control. I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Cora, don’t you dare jump into that lake!”I walked toward her, placing us at eye level. We looked into each others. The left side of my chest was filled with ribbons and actual medals, not the usual ribbon display. On the right side the Devastator stylized as a small silver pin. But the machine had also put a billowing black fur brimmed Nilfeheim cape on me. I still carried the .45 and attached to my belt a sword, not the rapier like blade officers were allowed to carry with their dress uniform, but a heavy Nilfeheim style broadsword.The outfit felt constricting and tight. “Centron, are you sure I am. 
“Want to wash me?” She asked.HELL YES, I wanted to wash her. She turned her back to me and I came up behind her starting with her breasts and then moving the suds down to her pussy. Making sure that I paid special attention to her breasts and mound. As I moved my hands over her body I could hear her moan. She spread her legs giving me access to her wet pussy between them. As I soaped her up she pushed back slightly and stopped when she felt my cock up against her. She did not stand up but.