Paris got on board Bobby's boat."Call them off," the rebel commander said without preamble."Call whom off?" The tanks. They're too much for us. Infant...ry we can handle. Even the Marines. But the tanks are just too quick and heavily armed."Bobby flashed his most charismatic grin. "Now you know I can't do that, too many questions in the media about why I was soft on the rebels. Why I was meddling in military affairs, that sort of thing." Look Tyler. We have a deal. And when we're gone, who's going. He’s so apologetic and takes you by the hand to the kitchen to clean you up. Standing by the counter, you’re surprised when he grabs your hips and boosts you up on it.He takes some club soda out of his fridge and pours it over the wine stains. It makes your thin dress almost see through and you’re embarrassed to notice that the cold liquid has made your nipples hard. But he seems so intent on helping you. He takes a cloth and starts rubbing the stain on your breast, making your nipples that. Some days he would be so gentle and almost caring while he slowly ravished my young, eager body. My mind now takes me back to one of those days. He came up behind me as I was washing up after lunch. I felt his breath on my neck and his hands cup my breasts beneath my flimsy shift dress as he whispered in my ear how hard he was for my sweet pussy. I felt his gentle kiss on my neck as he squeezed my already erect, taught nipples. I felt his hard cock press against me as his arms now pushed me. He pulled me closed to him as we walked, an arm wrapped around me and his hand cupping my breasts.He bent down and bit the edge of my ear, softly tracing his tongue along it, "You wanna be fucked Lila?"I could have melted then, "Yes, daddy." Then go find a way to show that man your nasty cunt, got it?"His hand released me and I saw the man he was talking about, he had a slight gut and pitch black hair, holding a box in his hand. I pulled the bracelet off my wrist and dropped it in front of the.