The airfield crew fueled it as we loaded our gear. The stewardess was Army a Staff Sergeant Jenny Jones or JJ as she asked to be called. We sat down b...ckled up and listened to the safety speech from JJ and were rolling to takeoff that fast.In the air JJ explained that she had Dragonskin body armor for everyone and we just needed to check the size and fit. MR Black had also sent a cover vest that had a new plate that was only 1/2 inch thick but would stop a NATO 7.62 and had been tested to take. .." But?" As long as you know, Sunny Acres IS a naturist resort. That means no clothes. Footwear is OK, flip-flops and sneakers and such. Jewelry, watches, earrings, wedding bands, that sort of thing are fine. Hats are strongly recommended. But no shirts, no pants, no underwear. Closest you come to clothes would be sunscreen, SPF 30 or higher. Understand?" Understood," a relieved Don responded. "So, see you in a month?" Yes, we'll be very glad to see you. A recommendation?" Yes?" He sounded. He reached for it with one hand and used his other arm to scoop her closer to him. Emma squealed, ‘Hey!’ as water splashed from her cup and onto the sheets. She focused on the water spot. Concentration burrowed between her brows as she wrinkled her nose. A sharp need to have her happy and as close to him as possible flooded him. He kept his arm around her waist while she remained still. Then it came. That faraway look rested on her face – a recurring expression that visited their moments. She would feel cherished andcared for. She would take care of her Master in all ways including sexually,emotionally, and intellectually. Sexually, she would be available for whateverHe desired. Emotionally, she would support him. Intellectually,she would not let him down when he needed a foil for his intellect. One day she read a story that spoke to her, to her very core. It talked aboutsubmission, Masters, and the responsibilities of both in a relationship. Shecould not help herself. She.