Carol went to a fast food place and brought the food to the motel, as they did not want to take a chance on John being seen and recognized.After they ...had eaten, Carol and John drove to the home of the secretary that John felt he could trust. They parked the van in front of the house. "Her car is not here, so I guess she isn't home from work yet," he told Carol. At about 5:45 in the afternoon a car pulled into the driveway and into the carport. John and Carol got out of the van and walked toward. A moment or two later she took it back out, reached down, and started stroking the narrow strip of thong that ran between her legs. She was portraying the image of someone with complete sexual awareness quite convincingly, especially given that she had little or no experience herself. "Sit on the settee please, Bob," she requested quietly, but firmly. Ali got up off the floor as Bob sat down.She could see by the obvious bulge in his tracksuit bottoms that she had achieved her objective. Walking. The Dream:For some reason which I can not recall we had been fighting about something. Gary asked me to put on a pair of jeans and a blouse. He tells me that it’s such a beautiful evening were going to go for a ride in the car with the top down and just let things cool off. It’s about 79 degrees as we drive out into the country I can lay my head back and look up at the stars. It’s a beautiful crystal clear night. Gary slows down and turns into a gravel and dirt driveway. There is an old. ”»“I ... I don’t understand, My Lord. I don’t see how that will help. My knees are weak, my ... my pussy is wet just from hearing your voice. Inside I want to beg you to magic me off to your place and ‘dump cum’ in me right now.”«“Trust me, little slut. Submit to my will.”»Her shoulders slumped, but it was as much in relaxation as in surrender. “I trust. I submit, My Lord. I’ll stay in the Legion. I won’t resign.”«“Keep the letter though. One day I may allow you to use it.”»“Yes, yes, My Lord!.