Seems the guy got some idea that he should use his marines like some tactical police squad serving a warrant on a drug dealer." Who knows," James said...quietly. "The man has been a problem since the day he arrived and tried to take over as governor." About that," Admiral Timmons said. "I've seen the signoffs on the orders appointing him governor. They include the Naval Chief of Research and Development." Wonderful," James said with a groan as he swung his body around. He put the injured leg on a. ‘To cover up your back so no one else sees it. I never know when the paparazzi are about.’ She smiled up at him as he wrapped the jacket around her shoulders. It enveloped her in his sent, to her it smelled like fresh cut grass, mud, and just a hint of sweat that sent a husky tang to it all. Between his sent and the kiss they had shared she was weak in the knees. She had to lean into him as they left the sanctuary of the tree. He held her close by putting his arm around her waist. He quickly. It was a tangled mass of curls that almost completely hid her vagina. He put his fingers in the hair and parted it to reveal her lips. A musky scent came to him and he felt his erection rise again. Without being told to, she stepped out of her jeans which had pooled around her feet. She kicked her panties aside and then crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs and putting her hands on his shoulders. ‘Just sit back,’ she said quietly. She gripped his hardening cock with one hand and guided. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” “You learn your lessons well, little one.” The dominatrix seemed almost fond of her. Helen was allowed to rest for ten minutes, after which time her little tits smarted less. Then her ordeal began again. Sandra came over to her, but didn’t speak as she arranged some contraption behind the pole. Helen watched as she was bent over what seemed to be a sort of wooden desk. Her hands were cuffed again and she was bent right over, her bottom on show to the audience. The.