Whatever they've done to the records has been done properly. I have nothing to fear.In my room I no longer have my book to read. It used to be a habit...to turn the pages before doing anything else in a new place. It comforted me somehow. Instead I look out through the round window. I stare into space. Lights from the station stop me seeing very much at the moment. I'll see more tomorrow.At once a thought hits me. I realise that I can escape but it will be incredibly difficult. I have to come up. As pre-planned, I just tie her hand keeping them inside the hooks beside my king sized bed and tied her legs too. Then got my actual view of her ass. I just lost my control and jumped on her like a fucking hungry lion and started to slap her ass with my leather belt continuously. For a while, she didn’t understand what I am doing and tears rolled in her eyes. I didn’t show any mercy and continued to slap her ass with a belt and my hand parallel. After a while, she calmed a bit and I took this. .. such devices have merit as long as the enemy had primitive weaponry. They do not work against equals with equivalent devices.Until man invents a computer with the flight or fight concept ... an instinctive self-preservation aspect ... there will be a human in the cockpit. The REMF's always want the newest ... not necessarily the best ... but the most bang from the kickbacks."You have to expect losses in the name of patriotism," is their watchword. The unspoken word is, as long as it isn't me. “There … all clean.” Julie finished with the head and stood up. “If you want me to, I’ll give her more milk. But she can’t come to bed with your father right there.”“Sounds fair.” Daniel smiled.“And will you, young man, pay her another visit with Brittney?” Julie straightened out her panties and shook her hips to get her dress back in place.“Do you … mind if we … um … visit with Mrs. Samatar again?” He pulled up his underwear and pants. “Not as long as you’re responsible about it.” Julie looked.