Taff continued “I only allow the Squadron Leader fly it Terry.”She looked puzzled at Bobby.“It’s perfectly true darling, I can’t fly it, unl...ss I sign for it. And Taff won’t let me sign for it unless he’s happy it’s fit to fly.”Bobby was called away for a moment.“Taff,” she said softly, “keep him safe for me please.”Taff could see the anguish in her eyes, and realised that Robbie was a very lucky man. “Don’t worry Terry, he’s the best pilot in the squadron, and I’ll make sure his aircraft is. It was not until the Doctor slid his hand along my thigh that I felt a twinge of arousal and felt my penis move slightly on the bench. After several moves the Doctor asked if I minded his assistant feeling my leg as she was training with him and needed physical help as well as theory. I agreed; not that I had much choice. I felt her soft hands caress my leg and thigh and I found her hands far more relaxing than her advisors were, but never mentioned it. It was then that the Doctor asked me to. ” My hostess has moved behind me and is slipping loops of silken rope around my ankles. Moving in front of me, she repeats the action with my wrists and as she pulls she ropes taught I find myself being forced over the back of the couch, my ass in the air. I can’t move with my ankles connected to my wrists via the ropes which now run under the couch. “Of course to appreciate pleasure one has to appreciate pain,” she continues and strokes my face with a strip of soft leather. There is a hint. ’ She looked surprised. ‘Knickers, darling.’ She smiled. ‘The Mistress has said that you will not need them.’ ‘You may have forgotten that small item of jewellery you shoved up my bum? Suppose it falls out?’ ‘Her instructions were quite clear, Miss.’ ‘Well, bugger that.’ I went to a drawer and took out a thong which I hoped would hold the plug were there to be an accident. ‘Miss, please. She will punish me.’ ‘No. She might punish me but not you.’ I pulled the thong up over my stockings and felt.