" Okay, Doctor," said Charlotte, in proper respect of my authority.I climbed up on top of the table with my legs straddled over her body. I rubbed and...massaged her back. As Charlotte became used to my gentle touch, her body relaxed and melted into the table. I took a long extended time to put her at ease.I scooted lower on her body, so I could massage her ass."Doctor, I believe you are getting me wet," said Charlotte, breaking the silence in the room. "Your cock is dripping on me."Indeed, it. ..and her tight leather top cradled her large and perfect titties. Her nipples were large and pronounced, and stood out proudly from the pressure against them by the shining, skin tight leather.The sight was beyond description, and as she stood over me looking down at her pathetic toy, her long dark mane shifted as she motioned her head slightly in the patented female mannerism of clearing hair from the eyes.She was furious, obviously, but it was a very controlled fury...a fact that didn't. It was feared that over thirty people had been killed. The British High Commission in Freetown had no news of any British casualties.That was scant relief to Moira. She did not know where in Sierra Leone David was. He might be in the next place to be attacked. It was all very well the High Commission saying that they had no news of British casualties. They probably had no news at all nor would David's headquarters at Basingstoke so nor would his parents. She wanted badly to ring Caroline but it. Other men on each ship also had special tasks to perform when battle was hopefully met.They sailed out past Mull and little Iona, swinging northwards into the Hebridean Sea and making for Skye. Past the islands of Eigg, Rum and Canna on their starboard side, Uibhist (Uist) and Beinn na Faoghla (Benbecula) on the port.Three days out of Crinan they had their first sight of the Danes, two tall masts in the distance, but these beat a hasty retreat in front of them. Scott believed they had headed in.