<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/>Karra was on cloud nine when Tom said that he loved her. She took in a small breath, holding it for a moment when Tom pinched her nipple. She wasn't sure if she could do another round, her hole aching and sore as it was. But as Tom's fingers found their way to her slit and clit. She let out the breath she was holding, his touch causing her heart rate to increase once more. She wanted him again, although reluctantly.<br/><br/>She was pulled from her desires as she heard a voice come over the intercom. It was Tania and she seemed pretty worried. Karra sprung up, pushing the button,<span style="color: #FF0000"> "Ah. Um. Everything is fine. I'll be out in a few minutes. We're..uh...just checking the controls again. Haha...no worries,"</span>she released the button and sagged some. That was such a lame excuse and she knew it. Damnit. She looked to Tom, motioning for him to get dressed as she scrambled to find her own clothes. A hot blush was taking place on her cheeks as she began to remember there were people outside waiting for her and Tom's leadership.