““The shells are still guidable though, right?““No, they aren’t. That would take considerably more time to construct and, even if they were ...iven lateral thrusters for guidance, they wouldn’t have that much affect at the speeds they will be travelling.““OK, so more or less they would be like self-loading torpedos on a submarine. So let’s just call them torpedos, and let’s put some of those on the Battlestars, Sentinels and the space stations, but put them on turrets on the larger ships.“Mark. His grin turned lecherous. As long as Im the first one to plow that sweet ass of yours, that is. Ooooh you are so on! A month later he came by and we looked over our candidates. He had a file on each of them. We looked them over in detail, and of course, I wanted to make sure they were all pretty nice in the looks department. He also had a proposal to get the event to be even kinkier. These guys are most likely willing to spend big on this, possibly two grand each. How does the thought of. Sir generally took care of me very well in Master's absence. I kept looking out the window to the house next door and thinking I'd see some sign of Sir coming the front door for his daily visit. After a minute or two, I started thinking about when Sir and I were together last night. He flew in my front door like a raging bull and torn open my silk blouse. Sir ordered me to crawl to the bedroom. Sir watched me from behind as I crawled on my hands and knees to the bedroom. Once I was there, Sir. I returned to the table and gave him the fruit. "Pour me the last of that wine Pauline," he said. I did as I was told. "Now Pauline, I want you to clear the table of everything except my glass and my dessert." I rushed about tending my duties. When I was finished I returned to his side. "Good girl Pauline, now climb up on the table and kneel with your pretty little ass facing me," he ordered. I paused for a moment, then obeyed. I was quickly in the position he demanded. His hands lifted my.