I’m giving you a short flogging before I fuck you! It helps me get in the mood. I hope you don’t mind.” she chuckled.I groaned, yet much to my s...hame, my cunt was wet with anticipation.Then over her shoulder she called to someone, “OK Guy; you can come in now!”Horrified I looked up to see my naked son step into the room; ready to watch!“Oh God! No Guy!” I shrieked.Guy glanced at me with guilt; but it was gone from my mind as first the sound of the strap smacked into my flesh; THWACK!! then the. Why have them anyway, the pragmatists ask? What global interests are they protecting? Surely they're a colossal waste of money in the new geopolitical scenery? Operations had been cut back as a nod to the Government's bean counters, but searching questions had to be asked beyond national pride. Why, now, they were seen to be vulnerable to failure as well. Those who clung on to the Akulas as a necessity needed answers to the Retvizan's disappearance.Starshkiy Leytenant Fedyunsky's old quarters. He was in his fifties, married with grown-up kids, and had done rather well for himself. He visited the Birmingham area once a month and had been introduced to Sally by one of Ballcock's major client bosses. He had a charisma, wined and dined Sally, who responded by becoming a regular fuck partner. It was an easy-going relationship. Pat knew Sally had a lot of other sexual partners and was unfazed by it all.On one visit she had said she couldn’t make a particular day because she had made an. "Do you want to call him and cancel?" She spoke as she looked at her reflection in the dresser mirror. She adjusted the cup of her bra and straightened her bowed garter belt across her flat stomach. "No." I wasn't going to call Paul and cancel. We met him at one of those franchised suburban grill's, the one where everyone looks like life is this wonderful adventure to share over a plate of fried potato skins and Buffalo wings. I ate the potato skins while Paul dazzled my wife with lame.