"Pretty much. We have several questions for them." He then asked them several questions about their activities on the carrier that were unique to them... After those he said, "Okay, we believe they are the three missing crew members." Admiral Johnson, Captain Howard, this is Chester O'Callahan. If you want to do a visual inspection of us, I understand our rescuers aircraft can easily land and take off from the carrier. I do not think it would be wise for us to stay there very long. Norfolk would. As I opened the door not a single ray of outside light permeated the unmitigated darkness of the church, the sun itself was rendered powerless against the dust and refuse of the forgotten sanctuary. The webs of generations of crawling arachnids spanned between tall candelabras and vast carven arches, now an impregnable fortress for the damp and dark. I breathed in the musty vapors of this grey and twilight hall, as my footfalls landed loudly on the hard wood floor. I passed the pews of carved. “On your hands and knees slut.” he commanded me. I obediently went to all fours in the shaded grass under the tree. “I warned you about your pissy tone with me, yet you persist with it. If you are going to act like a bitch I will treat you like one. You are to stay on your hands and knees and you will eat like a dog from a pan without the aid of your hands until I say otherwise.”“But Master it’s my birthday.” I protested feebly. His hand landed swiftly and with a loud resounding slap on my bare. I wanted cock. I was alerted by a knock at the door of my office. It was Matt. I adjusted myself and asked him to come in. "Ahh Clara. Mr Simmons wants to talk to you. please go to his office" He said. What was this about? I slowly walked out of my office. Mr Simmons was a very attractive man. He had short hair, stubble and was in his late 30s. Only being 20 at the time I found him very sexy because he looked good for his age. He was in good shape and was a bachelor. He was demanding and.