Jason was only in hisboxer shorts."Jason what are you doing?" Zea shouted, interrupting him as he wasundressing her friend."Who the fuck..." he began,... he turned and looked to see Zea, "Oh, hi,"Jason's words were a bit slurred."I'm asking again what are you doing?" Zea repeated as he approached thebed with a stern look. Her hands crossed."Sex," he said. "It's okay, we dated once," he said in response to Zea'sangry glare. "Okay, well... maybe she's not exactly conscious andsomething about. When I finally regained my composure, I turned the clippers back on and continued shaving. I had fantasized almost every day of tasting Jen with my tongue and smearing her juices all over my mouth, but in none of my fantasies did I enjoy a mouth full of hair! I separated her legs a little more, squirted shave gel on her, and gently caressed it into her skin. As I took the razor to her skin, I kept my thumb on her hard clit, playing with it and teasing it. The whole time I was shaving, Jen was. My left hand came across and grabbed. I pulled, twisted and jerked as I pulled my Mark V and put it again his forehead, “My Name is Jason Drake. You can call me Colonel Drake.”I looked around the room as everyone looked back even Admiral Jones. “Not only am I authorized to wear this weapon anywhere I want, but I am authorized to go wherever I want. Now, Fleet regulations prohibit civilians from wearing weapons in any control room. So tell me, who let you wear your weapon in here?”Admiral Jones. No sense in making it worse.Once they had all had my ass, they decided it was time to give me an oral exam, so to speak. My ankles were untied, and to my great relief, my legs were lowered to the table. Not that I was going to try to fight them, but I was so exhausted, and in so much pain, there was no way I could have resisted anything they wanted to do with me. But having me free to move wasn't any fun, as far as they were concerned.They disconnected the ropes from my wrist restraints, and.