”“There should be a ‘yet’ after that, Kristof.”The camp priest stepped forward, the one she actually trusted, not the one assigned to her fr...om Command. “I have made discreet inquiries and nobody else knows much about them either. Their daily routine is rather bland, consisting of bouts at the training yard and helping patrol outside Ridgehill. They work and live at a brothel knocking around unruly guests.”“How many of those unruly guests are Coalition officers?”“Enough that there are no. (*Anne-Mal) Authors have talked about how lack of feedback takes away their interest in writing. You certainly have a lot of interest, what is the secret?(Morpheus) An overactive imagination and the fact that a story tends to hound my thoughts until I put it in writing.(*Anne-Mal) May I ask how many are you thinking of now?(Morpheus) I currently have a backlog of over 3 dozen stories.(*Anne-Mal) I feel ill.(Kim) A backlog of 3 dozen? And they're not out? That's sadistic!(Morpheus) Imagine how. Standing up with the tight mini skirt around my waist, like a wide black belt, my thigh length booted long legs slightly parted, showing my shaved pussy. I placed the heel of my left boot against the window, like a Parisienne whore would on a lamppost. My breasts were totally exposed spilling out of the cups of the black corset.I looked at Simon, my eyes smouldering with pure lust. My lips were fuller and swollen due to my floorshow and his spicy hot spunk. I held my exposed breasts in both. By the third night, I had cuffs installed on my own bedframe, and without hesitation, I proceeded to bind her wrists, hang her from the canopy of my bed, spank her ass until it was a brilliant red colour, and then used my mouth, hands, and cock to make her come over and over again until she was sobbing with humiliation and discomfort, and I had put no less than three loads of my cum into her tight pussy.After that, any time she seemed inclined to ignore me and let her mind wander rather than.