The GovernorChapter 11 Oriental Princess
Cecily had been sitting upon her stool slumped at the table, playing with her pencil and tapping its end against the transparent glass. She wasn't now. Neither was she hovering by the window, looking out at the parade ground and reliving those heart churning days of long ago, when she'd been a blue collar naked recruit, an artificial cock dangling from her pussy and an assemblage of soldiers whacking their erections in artistic appreciation. She wasn't doing either of those...