.. and dare I say, intimately involved in this project?” Marten told me as a woman rushed out to kiss him very fiercely on the lips and the very fam...liar body language told me that she was his wife, Nicole.Another, much younger lady, but still clearly of age, obviously related to both of them, ran out to help me unpack my stuff and lead me to my own quarters. She had stunning, strawberry-blonde curls, freckles, mesmerizing eyes, pale skin that no amount of Kentucky sun could tan, and just a. I certainly wasn't complaining, I needed this, I needed someone to take charge.The kiss grew deeper, our jaws were aching but something had taken over, we couldn't stop. I gradually became aware of your other hand. It had been resting on my stockinged thigh but it was now creeping up my body. Inch by inch it was stroking, squeezing and exploring as it moved. Very soon I felt you brush your fingertips over my nipples through my dress. Back and forth, your fingers insistent, just enough pressure. She held out her phone and glared at it. “What the hell?” Oh crap. He was going to buy the edible underwear.--o-- Carie anxiously waited all afternoon and evening in her apartment excited to see what Vasily would bring home with him. Each time she heard the sound of someone in the hallway, she’d take a peek through the peephole to see if he had arrived yet, to no avail. By 2:00 a.m., the weight of frustration, a six hour binge of Netflix shows, and a half bottle of Chardonnay finally pulled her. Asa's replacement at midnight had been a young male officer who, in his own words, was a "a big-tit man." He spent the early part of his watch admiring Fiona's breasts. They invited inspection as they strained against the coarse blue cotton of the blue sack dress she had been given to wear. His hungry gaze though the cell door made her uncomfortable and she feared he might take advantage of her if she slept. The thought he might come into her cell and molest her during the night alarmed her but.