Rachael was oblivious to me as she gracefully moved around the apartment making final preparations. She casually told me to take off all my clothes as...she continued making adjustments. I did as I was told. My cock was still a little swollen, but it was not erect, which was a relief. Her plan was to photograph me in various statuesque-type poses. She was very adept at positioning me the way she wanted. On a number of occasions she guided me into position with gentle touches and nudges. Her. For several minutes this went on until he pulled his cock out of my ass and moved it down a bit and rammed it into my cunt, fucking me hard and fast, driving his cock as deep into my cunt as he could before he pulled me up, reached over and took the mouth gag out of my mouth and twisting me to one side, laid me down on the bed on my back and lifting my legs up to his shoulders, moved in and back into my cunt went his cock as he now fucked me hard again. When he had enough of fucking my cunt,. Her face was covered with her whorish, overdone makeup--or permanentcoloration that appeared to be makeup--slightly smudged and flecked withglitter. Her blonde hair, streaked with pink, was tussled and messy,sticking to her face in places as if she'd just stepped off the dancefloor--or been vigorously railed in a nightclub bathroom.Her soft bosom, like the rest of her skin, was covered in a thin layerof sweat and glitter. They'd apparently changed my clothes too while Iwas unconscious, and I. Actually, I was glad to hear their objections to my ideas because that helped me to get them straight and headed for a real resolution.I left the R&D center and headed to my military camp. I wanted to discuss my idea for the new fighter with the actual men who would be doing the flying and fighting. I wanted to be sure that my ideas were valid for general use, and it would not hurt to get a little personal interest stirred up among the troops who would be using them.The reception was uniformly.