I triggered the hatches explosive bolts, and the hatch fell away from the pod with a thud. The hatch opening must have triggered the pre-recorded mess...ge in my armors H.U.D."Janus, I am sorry for not discussing this with you. You are me, so I know you would of course have argued, but I didn't have the time to argue with you. I am going to try and take out the portal on my own; as your last order authorized me to use any means possible to stop them."I frowned at that."Janus your mission will be. The builtin collar of the hood was tighten by the strap in the back, let the oring rested against the front of the collar.Ilsa walked over with a small silver tray. Ilsa opened the little caseand pulled out a contact. She set the contact in my right eye, then theleft eye. Ilsa picked up a tube of crimson red lipstick and painted mylips. I felt my lips being painted for me to be the slut I am.Leather Mistress led me over to the mirror. I see a beautiful leatherslave ready to serve. The dress. Sandra was a fairly famous architect in the city and so was fairly well traveled. "You don't want to wear that!"Ken had originally picked out a short, pin-striped skirt with a wide, open-collar shirt. "Why not?" Ken asked. "It looks just like this outfit I saw at DKNY."Sandra shook his head. "No, no. They don't want you to look like a Yank, see? It's way too short and revealing. I mean, you've got the body for it, no problem there! I don't know how you do it. But no. What they will want is for. When his first anniversary was on the horizon he wasn’t certain there would be a second but here it was and he was happier than he’d ever been. Collisions had happened everywhere. It wasn’t that many years ago when Donovan Corbett’s life was in control. Each day followed the order and routine of the previous day. The world was quiet and tranquil. Everything had an appropriate place and things were always where they belonged. The hours spent working were productive. The hours spent reading or.