John had appeared again on the front page of the Air Force newspaper 'Red Star.' His name had been misspelt and his photo was taken with a woman pilot... a beautiful blond called Jana Ivanova. She recognised the name as the one John had accidently called her that morning 2 weeks ago. Benin seethed as she stared at the photo. If she ever discovered John was having an affair with that woman she'd geld him.She'd never imagined ever feeling this way. She'd rebelled against the institution of marriage. “Mines called Lamr, and Boner chose, Goor and Romp picked Brunn,” Speeder offered.“I see, in that case, I shall choose, Breis, since we seem to have developed a theme,” Martin replied with a grin.“Thank you, master, I do like my name. Our creator had a sense of humour. I think he would have liked you people, I know we do,” Breis replied contentedly.Martin looked at his device on his arm as it faded, so it didn’t appear on his arm anymore. “I have a lot to learn don’t I?”“That’s why it would be. It no longer seemed the overpoweringly threatening place as it did on her first arrival. The city of Blad was still a great mystery on the whole but she felt fairly confident of the geography of the Jadid Quarter where she had been provided with a flat, and she knew all she needed to get to work in the city centre. The bus stop was only yards from the main entrance to the block of flats and benefited from a shelter which, at this time of the year, served mostly to keep the sun off Ana and other. "Are you hard?" she asked. "Yes." Good. Now I want you to grab it and gently stroke it." I slowly began to stroke myself to the sounds of her breathing and small moans in my ear piece. "I'll bet that feels good?" she asked in soft voice. "Yes it does." "Good. Now close your eyes and imagine its me doing the stroking," she crooned. I shut my eyes and imagined it was her slender hand around my cock gently pumping it. "You're so hard," she said in a breathy voice. "Do you feel my fingers sliding.