<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000">"Come on, Tania has not been raised in a catholic boarding school. She knows what we have done here or if she didn't guess then she knows by now. I think we should check those controls some more." </span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"But To--"</span>her objection was cut off by the feel of Tom pressed against her back, one hand coming up to cup her breast and the other finding her clit. While it felt good, they couldn't do this. They didn't have time and people were relying on--Tom began to nibble on her earlobe and she became putty, a pur escaping her. She was surprised at herself and knew Tom would likely make fun of it later.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000">"I want you now, damn all those folks out there. Who knows when we have the next chance to be alone..." </span></span>at those words, Tom had forced Karra over and before she knew what was happening he had thrust into her. She cried out, flinching at the painful intrusion. When he was fully inside her, her tense body relaxed once more and she gave a soft moan. Damn, he felt so good.<br/><br/>She didn't hear what he was saying over the sensation of the sore stroking inside her and the feeling of him pinching her. Her elbows rested on a flat surface while her head was bowed, breathing heavily. Her knees felt weak and it took everything in her to remain standing.