"Well, that's a relief, thought Paul. He and Beatrice sat halfway up the auditorium where they gazed down at the captain's holographic projection whic...h was much easier to see than her actual person. Although both Paul's possessions and his person were undamaged, he was upset that he would never return to what so recently had been his home. On the other hand, the new villa to which he'd been assigned was just as luxurious and Beatrice had taken to it with great enthusiasm. It was almost as if. Quick as a flash he ties her wrists to the chair, pulls her legs apart and ties her ankles to the legs of the chair. “mmm my good girl” he says with a delicious purr. He rips her blouse open, caresses her breasts and lifts up her mini skirt before grabbing hold of the brand new paddle. He runs the handle down her skin sending a shiver through her body. He strikes her pert bum, standing side on so as to get a nice even smack across both cheeks. The bonus of her being commando is he can just. It was a calculated risk, for sure, but her acceptance of his earlier advances seemed open and obvious enough, and his own sense of assuredness and confidence had rarely let him down in such cases. He considered himself a bit of a rogue, but also a sensitive enough individual to trust his instincts around women. Usually they guided his impulses accurately and ended ultimately in lascivious satisfaction. Her eyes glowed from afar and there was no mistaken the torturous yearning that expressed to. Staring apprehensively around her, Katie slowly undid her belt. She could feel all eyes glued to her as she undid the button, then pulled the zipper down. Despite the cold air inside the shop, she felt herself getting hotter as she slowly pushed her tight jeans to the floor. Waiting expectantly, she suddenly realized they wanted her to pick them up and give them to the head mechanic. Trying hard not to think of what she was doing, she bent down to pick up the jeans. It didn't work, she could.