"Master, I need to go." She whispered in my ear, though there was no one around to hear her.I sighed; we were only fifty yards from the end of the boa...dwalk, sand and saw grass were on either side of the path. With a nod, I led her off onto the sand. She squatted down as the wind tugged at her skirt. I hoped she wouldn't wet it."Come on little one, we don't want to be late."We'd become a different common sight; a man out walking his leashed pet, waiting impatiently for her to finish her. At some point during this the power generators went critical, which released more energy inside the hull. Obviously, there was sufficient energy to vaporize the ship. What I’ve just said is one of several possible sequences of events leading to the explosion. In order for the ship to vaporize like it did, all the propulsion and power units had to release their energy at nearly the same moment.”“It certainly was a bright explosion. What happened to the debris?”“Much of it became dust, but some. Perfect.I should have known right then I was in trouble.Ordinarily, a girl that close to my personal ideal of femality would send Dick into overdrive, and I'd let him run his course -- after all, with Dick's tastes, I've taken one for the team more times than I care to count; I deserved some playtime too. See, even Dick's a creature of habit, and he'd long since gotten into a rut. (Insert rim shot here.) I know it seems nuts to complain about getting to bed women more or less at will,. "Get on your knees you pantie slut." he says, "I've got something better than that dildo for you." I can't believe this is happening. I have been dressing in sexy lingerie for years and, while I have been with other guys, I have only fantasized about being with man that takes complete charge and treats me like a slut. I never thought it would really happen. Now I'm kind of scared. But I'm also a little drunk and very horny and I find myself dropping to my knees in front of him. I feel my.