Presumed dead. Most likely tortured like the three petty officers. What had he been thinking, letting Tony go undercover like that? Even if Vance made... the rules, Gibbs should have vetoed it. But his gut hadn't so much as twitched or whimpered.They'd lost contact with him three days ago, the surveillance equipment, his phone GPS and the tracking device in his necklace and ring all going dead. Now he was at the mercy of "The Carver" a serial killer who had killed Petty Officers Martin, Yeates,. From behind her she felt that someone was watching her. She turned around, and standing in the doorway that lead to the bath, stood Master Paul. She was taken aback by his appearance. He stood there in a pair of boxer briefs, with a robe draped over him, open to reveal his muscular chest, his strong legs and a bulge in his underwear. Isabella blushed as her mind wandered as to what she wanted to do with him. Master Paul saw her blush and a smile grew on his face, he too, was having those same. Her lips snapped back to my ear again. "You never wondered why I started wearing tights when I'd come visit you in your room? You enjoyed the view, I knew that."Amy d****d a long sexy leg across my torso and pulled my hand up to caress her naked thigh."I saw you" she breathed in my ear, "...adjusting your package when you thought I wasn't looking. I know you love looking at my ass." Yes." I replied, simply. No point in denying it.Pulling her hair back from her neck to allow me access, she. “Is it time to let your daddy up so he can get off too?” I asked nicely, hoping they would agree to my plea…they didn’t, not a one was being at all sympathetic for the old man tied on the bed. Tawny’s voice rang clear as she came near the side of the big bed. “Daddy, we decided that since each of us keep ourselves nice and smooth for you, it’s time we get you shaved as well” and giggled, which of course signaled each one to giggle along with her. “Shaved?” I asked politely, knowing.