He and Fred started discussing what they should do next. Bill had brought the extra driver he told Fred about and they decided to have him drive the t...uck to Cedar Rapids and we’d fly home in the helo with Bill. Bills team was going to fly back with the prisoners. Bill said, He wanted to take the prisoners back to corporate headquarters and interview them before they turned them over to the police. I lay on the bed and listened to them talk for a little while and then started to fall asleep.. " Its ok, I was barely asleep." Barely sounds good," he quipped, moving his hand down my back to caress one buttock. His hand moved gently over my backside, swirling slightly to catch the curves. "May I have your permission to touch skin?" Yes," I chuckle, "of course you may touch skin."His fingers were sneaking under my nightshirt before I'd even finished speaking. They were warm with that inner heat he always seems to carry around with him, but his caresses were sparking fires that would. Hair is plaited, revealing diamondearrings.Man My woman came, and with sweet words, convinced me I should still stay while. Found me these new garbs, This finery, which pinches, stays, controls. And yet, she says- I say- 'tis masculine still For did the master not prevail, allow the mistress-no, the wife- to play this game. I show my power, my control, Unleash the bitch but when I call Returned she shall be to collar and to heel. Shall she not? . Lanying couldn’t see the screen quite well enough to see what he was looking at. He was probably in his mid-sixties, short, thinning grey hair, reasonably fit, a day or two of light stubble on his cheeks and chin.Lanying slid a hand into her leggings, no underwear below, and began to slowly touch her clitoris with two fingers. Watching people, even when they did nothing sexual, was arousing to the voyeur. Each private peek into the lives of someone who didn’t know she was watching was a special.