That shit-talk, with that husky voice ... God, she was a class of her own. He couldn't hold back; he felt the floodgates giving up. The Commander felt...the commotion inside him, stepped off his now blue pecker and in a few swift jerks with her hand the political secretary ejaculated in a loud moan, soiling his pants.'Oh, that's a good man, Sir, I'm sure there's more to come there'.The hint of future development was clear. Commander Ratched didn't bother to clean her hand or the sleeve of her. *Part 4*I feel my pulse racing as I chase after her. The pull and release of my muscles as I glide across the wet cobblestone, coming steadily towards her. I admire her naked body as she runs. A perfect specimen. I can sense her fear, her breath increasing, her blood spiked with adrenaline. No one can see us, and she runs deeper into the alley. 'Does she honestly think she can escape me?'Just as I finish the thought I'm on top of her, pinning her roughly to the ground. I flip her over to face. Chuckling he answered Yes, you were like a rag doll. I was able to truss you up quite easily. He continued I see viewing your position is beginning to take effect, your little cunt is getting very juicy. Im planning on taking advantage of that and will stretch your sexual limits as best I can. First a few rules we must abide by. He continued, Should you ever need me to stop, we must have a key word or phrase. Your key word is rabbit. Rabbit I repeated, Ok, and should I want more, what should I. "You are so cool," said Sarah, the tension instantly gone, replaced by an energetic smile. "Meet me outside on the other side of the swimming pool in ten minutes."She was gone before he assented.As soon as he found her behind the wall hiding from the passers-by, she said, "Follow me."He did, up a steep hill, through some trees, across railroad tracks, through someone's yard, across a suburban street and to a medium sized suburban house with an appealing modernity, angled glass and wood where.