She was always surrounded by men and other veiled women. Clearly, she was the youngest and certainly her face was more than lovely. I had developed an...infatuation that needed to be realized. I needed to know her. It might be the death of me, but I would see her alone, at least once. I started making a schedule of the times she appeared in the bazaar, how long she stayed and which direction she traveled when her group moved away. Finally, after a few weeks I was emboldened to follow her, as. They were in the process of recovering thecontents of several special landing containers which wereautomatically deployed before the Aghaton's destruction.He felt guilty. He would rather have died with his ship, but one of theMarine guards on the bridge had brutally thrust him into the lastavailable escape pod and launched it before he could protest. It wasuseless to think about that the punishment the Marine might receive ata court marshal for manhandling a superior officer; the guy was. "I watched her ironing her school skirt, a sixteen-year-old girl, almost stark naked humming to herself and quite unaware of the effect she was having on me."Put it on for me." I said, more in hope than anything else. But she laughed and said, "I was hoping you'd ask."The stockings came first, fastened with a lacy little suspender belt, followed by small and tight white panties; then a bra barely large enough to hide her splendid breasts; then a white blouse followed by a regulation grey. "Wow! You did that once or several times?" "Several times." "Did you like it?" I asked, but I wasn't sure I wanted to hear her answer. "Yes, yes I did." "Did you cum?" "Uh huh." "Did you cum a lot?" "I didn't count how many times," she said looking down. She was starting to feel like a whore. "Oh my God," I said. "Were they big?" I asked "They were all different sizes. Some bigger than others," she said quietly. "Huge?" "Honey, you shouldn't worry about that. It didn't hurt or.