She looked down at her shaking hands. What was that? What was Belita doing? Why was she angry? Bella took a few deeper breaths. Why had she reacted li...ke that? The captain was her friend, and obviously hurting. Why was she so… scared?On slightly wobbly legs, she walked across the ship, down the gangplank, and through the bustling camp to the infirmary. She felt like she was floating. She was moving, but she wasn’t really feeling her feet hit the ground. Everything felt distant and automatic. She. It’s a ritual that he seems to use to allow everyone in the class to settle down so he can get down to business. The first week in his class started in pretty much the same way that all of the rest of my classes did. I came in late every day, didn’t pay attention, and generally didn’t learn much of anything. Having arrived late to my first day of class, I didn’t get to sit in the back, where I normally like to sit, and had to take a front row seat right in the middle of the room. It was the. April showers bring May flowers as the saying goes. In cyberspace I could have flowers whenever I wanted them.I was working on a contract that I’d put off while we were tracking the identity thief. I regretted ever having taken the job. But she’d been so convincing and so vulnerable.It’s one thing if an abused wife comes to me and asks me to investigate her husband’s online activities so she’ll have evidence that he bragged about hurting her and can justifiably sue for divorce or even press. When her thoughts turned to a man prone before her, she felt her pussy swell and grow moist. A male ass little bud puckered ball sack hanging lose, the man whinppering waiting to be fucked in the only hole he had to offer. She had a picture in her mind that was so real she could almost reach out and touch it. Miranda imagined tapping the huge dildo on his ass as he wriggled trying to get away form her, but he is tied where can he go, nowhere, he is mine to use as I see fit. Miranda thought she.