CGB on the other hand, loved showing her off and forcing her to submit to them in public. His infatuation with her was slowly evolving into an obsession to completely control her. He normally didn't mind the games she played with him because he never saw her as an actual player. Now that he knew she was a Dove, he needed to dominate her a bit more thoroughly to establish control again. She could turn into an actual threat with some of her abilities if he didn't keep her in line. Which was just another reason why he wanted her so badly, a good mother should be equally as dangerous as she is nurturing. With the right training Morgan will be perfect, she just had a little too much hope and freewill. He would take care of that soon enough. "Stop flinching!" CGB yelled, kicking the prisoner hard in the back. The man screamed, loud enough for the entire basement to hear. CGB knelt down and grabbed his face, pressing the lit end of his cigar into the man's forehead. The prisoners' screams faded in his ears like radio static, helping him decompress and unwind. "Keep screaming," he growled, slamming his head against the concrete floor over and over again. public Standing back up, CGB continued to think about her as he took another long drag from his cigar. It was still cherried. CGB heard his cell phone go off. He answered without looking, knowing it was Murph because he was late. "Where the fuck are you? We are about to roll out asian of here in 10." CGB paused for a moment voyeur and considered if he should tell him about Morgan. "I'm leaving now, Kitty's just giving me a hard time. I think I'm going to have the physician come up here to check her out. She's too wound up." Murph laughed, "He will need an escort, she's probably still upset about last night." "She's definitely upset...," CGB responded. "That's fine, she'll get over it. I had the boys up here take a look around the Command Center's system for anything else on her Dove status. From what they gathered she has a solid record of successful Combat Missions, specifically in regards to killing soldiers not fucking them. We might even be her first from what it looks like. She's also listed as inactive- out of state DND, visiting family in Washington." "If she was focused on Combat Missions she probably knows way more information than she realizes." CGB mused, ashing his cigar on teen the now unconscious prisoner. "We should hold off on telling anyone about this until we have the full picture. Last thing I want is for Wagner to challenge our branding because it was done under false pretenses." "For once, I think amateur you're right. I'll leave Mills in charge of her and head down," CGB responded. "Sounds good. Smyth is staying behind to keep an eye on everything too. Hurry the fuck up, we already bombed two supply bridges and you missed the show." CGB hung up the phone with mixed emotions. Lisa began to lean into me, and she said “I’m going to kiss you now. “Oh yes I do,” I replied, “He will have a fit if voyeur I don’t move the car.” Mommy sat down on a stool between public my legs and pulled my butt down so it was closer the edge of the table. We need to tell Carson and Megan.” He kissed her neck and she reluctantly moved her head out from his own neck and shoulder. It was obvious that both men were finding hard to concentrate on the meeting. Do we have to think of thinks for the girls to have to do? "The jury is still out on whether I should teen power either of you very much at all. You killed that innocent English Girl and now you are my problem.” I snapped a pic of my dick and sent it to him. "Don’t worry, Kayla, I know that in reality amateur you've pretty much written off everyone that you feel like you can control. I kissed her again, softly laying her gently on the bed. Cynthia grunts as her roommate climbs on top of her. The words “Insert cock here” were written on my lower stomach with an asian arrow pointing to my pussy.