You are headed to the city, are you not?" Um, yes I am, Mr. Dennis." Wonderful! We shall lunch together, then.And as fate would have it, the conductor... made an appearance, Dennis made a show of paying for Miss Stringfellow's first class ticket and gave the man another bill or two to secure lunch for the three of us.Twenty minutes later we were eating Cobb Salad and drinking a very good white wine. Miss Stringfellow no longer made any protest about moving back among the rabble, as Dennis. All of the guys imagined how it would be to ravage that tight body of hers, one way or another. But since Morrison was very protective, no one ever really talked to Pamela, fearing that Morrison, in his irrational way, would fire them just for looking at Pamela one second too long or in way that he didn’t like. Only Dennis had the balls to have small conversations with Pamela. Sometimes Morrison would punish him for that by giving him extra shifts – even though Morrison didn’t say why, Dennis. I didn’t even think about it, but simply got the sight picture, let out half a breath, and caressed the trigger. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The target flopped backwards, and another target popped up, twenty meters to the right and forty meters back. For the next five minutes I serviced individual and multiple targets that popped up all over the place. I never missed once.Finally, Levi called it quits. “You’ve made your point, Corporal Reaper.”“Yes, Platoon Sergeant!” To Givens, who was staring at me in. She realizes it and moves her hand down to remove the last piece of civilization out of me.I lay down closing my eyes. Her fingers run over my stomach and move downwards. I anticipate the intentions and take a deep breath. Her hand reaches my ribs and to my surprise, move towards my legs. The ice-cold fingers boost the sensation and my manhood starts responding to it. Enlarging slowly with layers opening all around, it makes my body shivers with excitement. She moves her head down and her.