His tongue explored my hungry mouth, washing his flavor everywhere. I was totally his. The rugged hands held my waist as he finally pressed against my...body. I wrapped my arms around his neck sucking his thick tongue and panting through my nose as the dampness in my panties became warm and wet. His hands went to the top of my ancient corset and started to hold and squeeze breasts through the rough material. My nipples were rock hard and huge. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert, as. I straightened and relaxed, “Commissioner.”He smiled and turned as a young teenage girl walked in with another dozen guards. I shifted and looked around the room, “Seal the marshal floors. I do not care if there is a guard on the door check them and seal them.”My marshals stood and moved quickly as I turned and knelt to bow my head, “Your highness.”She smiled as she crossed to me, “My grandfather sent me sir.”I looked up and she stopped, “He wishes me to learn advanced hand fighting from. And that evening, after we cleaned a bit, Samantha would move upstairs.“Neither of us is really happy about it,” Jennifer replied, “but it is what Jesse wants to do. He’s adamant, and on the principle of not standing in his way when he makes a reasonable decision, he can be baptized.”“Are you going to go to church to see it? Or not?”“I’d find it hard to stay away. Father Basil said the traditional time is the morning of Orthodox Easter. So that would be April 17th, I guess.”“Thank you,” I said.. That’s the fire alarm! Holy shit.” Sweats donned in a few seconds. I grabbed my pocketbook and went for the door. Mr. Biaggio’s room was across the hall. Our keynote speaker team was in the room next to my boss. The two wunderkinds came out at the same time I did. “This is for real. Let’s get out of here,” I heard one say. Then Biaggio’s door opened and out came Angie. Our new Branch Manager was dressed in nothing but a top sheet worn like a toga that barely covered her sleazy baby-doll pajama.