Her unwillingness to get up from the couch was only aided by the fact that her head was throbbing, almost as if all the fluid in her brain was dying t...o burst out.Anna tried to gather her bearings as best as she could, wondering how she would go through the rest of her day. The rest of her life even. Any purpose she had in life seemed to have been lost. She got up from the couch, stumbling over the furniture in an attempt to get to the kitchen.That attempt proved futile, however, when her sight. She wore a silky floral print dress, 2 inch white heels, with clam shell necklace and bracelets that his granddaughter made and sent to her. The Joint Chiefs of Staff were in the War Planning room when she entered. All of the Generals and Admirals stood as she walked in. She noticed that Rhonda Dahl, recently promoted to Commodore was present. She seemed proud to have that one star on her shoulder boards."You may be seated," Little Fox said, using a hanky to wipe the remaining crumbs from her. His gentle fingers played over my skin, making it sing. He had me arching against him as he let his fingers splay outward from my breasts or from my belly.Then, letting his tongue dance along the path his fingers had just travelled, he soon centered his artful tongue on my protruding nub. His one aim; to make it rise against his lips.He continually stabbed at it or pulled on it; making it rise from its hooded hiding place.He pressed himself against my rear, just slightly separating the cheeks. I want you to be who you really are ... and I want you to surrender to me. NOW!"With a soft moan, I allowed my eyes to close ... allowed my body to slump forward and settle into his arms ... allowed my mind to capitulate and sleep. Sleep. Oh, glorious sleep! Why had I fought him? I was born to yield to this feeling. This was not like when I had been semi-awake and bare before the crowd. Now, I was DEEP. He spoke to me, and I heard, but I couldn't discern his words. I found myself nodding at.