"Class Three warning! Ten seconds"At the proper instant a faint nudge of returning weight pressed down on me, building quickly until I was almost at a...third of my normal weight. We would hold it there for a full eight hour shift before going to Class Four, and not until we were almost at our destination would we be at Class Ten. A full standard gee, one thousand centimeters per second per second, is nothing to get hit with after months of free fall.The slow hours passed. We welcomed the return. Blackie is still gone for his studding, so she cannot have him. She is still mad at Rick because of what he did to her. It wasn’t all bad, but she wishes she would have had more of a say in it. And then there is the problem with herself and having that stupid daydream about the man while she masturbated. Her troubles on the farm are nothing compared to these problems. She has spent her entire life dealing with her future.With the thunder roaring and the lightning crackling, she begins to hear. It was fun having to try to see your cards in the dim light so we started drinking more and more. We all began to get pretty well drunk and talk turned sexual. We tried to get S to play strip poker but she’d decline each time. S. went to the bathroom and R. told me she’d be passed out soon. He made her a drink and she drank it all when she returned. It wasn’t ½ hour that she was passed out, laying back on the couch R. said “told you” and I asked what he did and he just said he made her a. I can't see him due to the silk blindfold that has been pulled tight against my eyes, but I can feel his presence beside me and my pussy throbs with desire. I can feel his eyes scanning over me, from my Louboutin stilettos, working upwards to my stockings, black lacy panties, my corset and then to my blow-job, red lips. I can feel his breath on my neck as he inhales my scent and it's taking me all my might not to push forward and feel his lips kiss me. I hear him move and the chest next to the.