I slipped my hands under her,grabbing her asscheeks and pulling her close, my tongue driving hard allthe while. "Oh, Cindy... you... taste... so good!...Returning to her clit, I applied gentle pressure with my saliva drenchedtongue. She did not flinch this time so I began to flick my tongueagainst her clitoral hood."Oooh, God, yeesss!" Cindy murmured.Her hands in my hair, grabbing my head, pulling me tight, I let herguide me. "Just tell me what to do, baby!" I managed to say before shemashed my. The military is like government, it promotes to the level of incompetence. The wisdom therein is that if you were good at performing in a position, you should be good at the next position up the ladder. Since you handled x amount of responsibility you could handle more equally as well. Unfortunately if that person could not handle the responsibility in anything less than a catastrophic loss, they would retain that position. If restaurants worked this way, you would soon have busboys as pastry. Bree was sure he was leaving marks on her tender thighs. Something about that made her moisten further around his finger. He chuckled lowly, she was sure he could feel it. “Since you’re being such a good girl again, maybe I can reward you,” he said. Bree wasn’t sure what he meant until she felt his hot breath on her damp clit. The first lick of his tongue made her hips lift off the ground, although he pushed them back down with another low chuckle. His body held hers as he delved in, not. Liz was sitting by the bed, dabbing his face with a cool wet cloth. Doctor Willis gave Pen a slug of laudanum for his pain and said he’d see him in the morning.I shooed the dancers out of the room and walked the doc to the door, so I could unlock it and let him out. As we were walking, Willis told me that he was able to get to the Nugget so fast because he had just left Rosa’s on a similar call. Coincidently, it was George Howard and one of his men who had been involved in the fracas at Rosa’s..