The chair was made of dark vinyl and swept around my body at bent-elbow height. Since the back was the same height, my posture held my chest out. I sa... that the top of my thigh was free of the white skirt. The high heels almost uncomfortably bent my ankles downward. The table was beneath my crossed knee. As Mike set the drinks down on the table, he pushed one of the chairs away and pulled out the remaining one and seated himself next to me. We talked quietly about our shopping trip as. No matter, it was a pussy that wanted me.We would arrange lunch meetings in a local motel and, on a half-day at work, spent the afternoon in one as well. Given a chance to talk I learned a lot about her sex history. She’d been promiscuous for many of her young years and finally married the guy who impregnated her. He was aware of her past and, from time to time, set up fucks for his friends. She went along with it to keep him happy and had picked up a venereal bug from one that she’d spent a. ’ Mistress went behind me, giving me two commands. Tracy went to the wall to get two riding crops, two padded paddles and a bowl of ice cubes from the mini ice box. ‘I do not want to see your cock erect or any precum, before the last strike to our arse.’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ I replied as she gently rubbed one of my arse cheeks. ‘You are not to make a sound.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ I replied as she continued to gently rub one of my arse cheeks. Tracy walked behind me, placing the items on the floor. She. She was twenty-five and wore her straight black hair in a short bob. It was odd to watch her crochet flowers and beanies when off-duty.Dr Quean Williams was the Medic and Science Officer. She was a petite Brazilian with large breasts for her small one-fifty-eight centimetre frame. She looked younger than her thirty-one years. She was good at keeping confidences, medical diagnostics and she was a whiz with a scalpel. She looked after the few plants she kept on the ship, as she liked a homey.