While the woman, a stern-looking human female, wore Union Fleet black with the rank insignia of a Commander, there were no identifying patches or unit...icons anywhere on her uniform. He really should know who she was he thought, her face looked so familiar.But then he more or less forgot about them. With an arm resting on Partner who was sitting next to her and her famous father behind her, there she was in a short summer dress, lissome legs to the moon; hair that shone in a precious golden. I unbuttoned her bra and leaned back in the chair as Jan held her bra to her breasts, then slowly let them drop to reveal a pair of firm, perky breasts with small, hard brown nipples that longed for attention. I kissed them softly and swiped her nipples with my tongue. I could hear Jan’s breathing become labored as she held my lips to her breasts. She unbuttoned my shirt and helped me to remove it. She then unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, then lifted off of me as I shucked my pants. I don't want to turn this into an expose.She's modelled for Glamour photographs, I know. And not only Glamour;she's done Fetish as well. I've seen some of them. I've seen some of herBondage photos.My two favourites are taken in the same position. She's lying on herright side, her wrists and elbows tied behind her back with white rope,likewise her ankles and below her knees. A white scarf is dragged intoher mouth and knotted behind her head as a gag. In one photo she'swearing a white ribbed. I knew she would want to talk and so she did. "Did you ever 'christen' the garage?" She asked."Christen?" I asked."Have sex in here?" She asked. Her face was just barely lit up by a street light outside so I could see the sly smile."No, for some reason none of my former girlfriends thought the garage was that romantic a spot." Hmmm." What?" Just thinking. Are you aware that, since we had sex in my fathers bed when he went to Florida last summer, that we have now, officially, had sex in every.