Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
US Ambassador’s Residence, Singapore, Friday, May 3, 2019
Scot Walkerson waited eagerly for the arrival of his regular Friday lunch date. Kathy Hodges had proven to be nicely submissive to the desires of her husband's boss. While Scot had yet to fuck her, he certainly had succeeded in fucking with her mind. Walkerson found the slow process of bending the sweet, pretty girl to his will at least as enjoyable as the eventual coitus would be. Last week, he had convinced her to sit through the lunch topless. Her pregnancy-swollen breasts, showing some marks of her husband's new-found penchant for discipline, had been beautiful as her nervous breathing caused them to rise and fall erotically on her chest. The tumble-home of her narrow waist and the still deep navel on her ever so slightly rounded tummy were enchanting.
Scot's thoughts went to how much further he would press the helpless girl today.
Scot Walkerson waited eagerly for the arrival of his regular Friday lunch date. Kathy Hodges had proven to be nicely submissive to the desires of her husband's boss. While Scot had yet to fuck her, he certainly had succeeded in fucking with her mind. Walkerson found the slow process of bending the sweet, pretty girl to his will at least as enjoyable as the eventual coitus would be. Last week, he had convinced her to sit through the lunch topless. Her pregnancy-swollen breasts, showing some marks of her husband's new-found penchant for discipline, had been beautiful as her nervous breathing caused them to rise and fall erotically on her chest. The tumble-home of her narrow waist and the still deep navel on her ever so slightly rounded tummy were enchanting.
Scot's thoughts went to how much further he would press the helpless girl today.