Jackson stopped them just behind a small strip mall and led Teresa up the dunes towards it.“You did ask for someplace more private...” as he unloc...ed the door into the building.Stenciled on the door was an image of an old-time camera and in cursive script “Sam Jackson Photography.” As Teresa walked inside, she smelled the odor of wet paint and new carpeting. As the overhead lights came on, she saw the unfinished reception area, and a curtain obscuring the room behind.“Going to have photos along. The order was so unexpected, bordering on being barbaric even, that Kadesh thought about sending a reply asking for it to be confirmed. Fleet surely couldn't be asking him to kill over five hundred people, could they?"If Woden really is at war, it's possible that any delay in carrying out my orders could land me in serious trouble," he thought to himself."AI, confirm that this message is authentic and tell me what security classification it carries." The message is definitely from fleet command. "I could be wrong, but I think the problems at Johnson can be laid at Fisher's feet, not Grace Black's. I'll know more after I speak with her privately."She patted his hand and gave him a quick kiss. "Gotta run. I'll see you at five at the Ben Avery Shooting Facility." Don't try to goad Flint into betting on the match," David said. "He's a compulsive gambler who doesn't gamble anymore, so don't tempt him." Shucks," she said, but with a grin.He admired her grace and beauty as she walked away. Then as if a switch was flipped, her ass ring relaxed and she dropped balls deep onto my lab and I moaned in unison with her a song of lust and debauchery as we both tried to quickly adjust to this new development. Then she stated to rise up and down on my cock and my eyes crossed. It seemed like every time she rose up even an inch, she pushed all of the blood in my dick into its head causing it to swell and grow tight and tight inside of her! Then when she let the shaft back into her, more.