”She blushed and blurted out, “You are not so bad yourself!”Jill stood up saying that she wanted to get out of her business clothes and be more ...omfortable. With that she stripped to her bra and panties and sat back down.“Ah, that is much better! I hate being constrained by those semi-formal work clothes.”She sat back down and began to enjoy her vodka. There was some small talk as they got to know each other but the feeling was strained. Everyone knew why everyone was there but nothing was. Beside the bench stood the corporal. His presence told her she had gone too far, but she kept a hostile silence while they unlocked her handcuffs. She hoped they could not see her trembling."Your tunic, Miss Cotswold?"She discarded the cotton and stood proudly naked, staring at the wall. She dared not look at them."The bench if you please."For a moment Audrey was puzzled by the unfamiliar shape of the thing on which she must be d****d. But the waiting straps and buckles were more eloquent than. He raised himself, turned her over and sat down on her hips. She wriggled under his weight, tried to break free. Smiling down on her he started to punch her, stomach, ribs, face. Even though she tried to defend herself most times he hit her. With a deep growl he pulled at her shirt, tugged it out of her pants and slid it upward. Trying to hinder him she pressed her shoulders hard on the floor. Jack pulled harder, felt the fabric tear. In a frenzy he pulled on, just ripped the shirt apart till. Her hands gripped my hair and held my head tight. I finally let up and kissed my way up to her face again and we kissed. Our tongues wrestled and swirled, probing deeper and teasing each other. Jillian wrapped her legs around me as we kissed Reaching down and guiding me into her. I sucked on her ear and neck as I slid deeper into her. I thought she was hot before, but now it felt like I was being sucked into a furnace. The roaring in my ears was so loud that I could barely.