'who are you? And where did you get those horrible pictures'Great she had replied, and there was no talk about 'oh that's not me' or anything; I repli...d immediately.'who I am is not important but your compliance is. Tell me all about these pictures, who took them and where and how old you were at the time'God my cock was already hard in my pants and I couldn't wait to see her next mail.'please don't do this'Just the one line was all that she sent. Well of course I'm going to do this you fucking. ”Kim cuts in, “Ya, and why are the Barton guys following us around?”“The ‘army,’ as you put it, was the Army, Navy and RCMP letting the school know that our wellbeing is a matter of national security. The Barton guys are our bodyguards. From now on, when we are at school or cycling as a group, they will be following us. I will always have a couple of them hanging around me.”Kim is a little irritated, hearing my answer, and she lets me know, “What the hell. I’m your security officer. I should. “Help me take off my blouse,” she whispered when I was right in front of her, “but be careful. And don’t get distracted.” It took me a moment to respond to her inquisitive gaze. “Yes, Ma’am.” I was still wondering about her last comment. Its meaning became clear when my trembling fingers started to undo her topmost button. Without any regard for what I was doing, she started to caress my cheek with her left hand. It felt nice, but - yes, distracting. Keeping my focus on my work was hard while. And for losing her figure, as she puts it." Well, you didn't choose to be born, did you?" I asked. "I'm mighty glad you were though." That finally got me a weak smile. "And what's the deal with her figure?" I found a picture of her in sophomore year," Fran said. "She was quite slim and actually good looking then. She really let herself go when she got pregnant with me. Her boyfriend, my father, vanished without a trace." Well, I shall never vanish," I said. "And I'll make damned sure that you.