He looked at me for a second, slowly walked over with the screw and jabbed it into my leg and slowly started to twist it deeper into my leg. I grunted...in pain with each turn, when it reached the bottom he ripped it out making me scream in agony. He threw it to the side, walked back over to the table and picked up a knife. Turned and walked back to me again and asked, “What is your mission?” “Master sergeant O’Neil”. “Wrong answer” with that he stabbed me in the hand, then taking it out. . She had met and liked the Transwoman when she and D'ven hadflown there as she was being taught the standard recognition points forgoing between.N'mel on Blue Erlith had accompanied R'dall to find D'ven and the meetingwas going to his liking. While the Weyr proper was the Weyr Woman'sdomain, the assignment of Dragons and riders was the Weyr Leaders. D'venhad sent for B'nard and D'ross to join them.While he didn't want to lose the young Blue and his Rider, he knew thatN'mel was every bit as. This time she was ready—for anything he had to give.“I’ve missed you,” he groaned. “I’ve missed this.”“Me too. Me too.”She truly had. Her body, her whole being blossomed under his touch, pussy leaking moisture down her thighs. Hours of tease—the cunning work of his fingers and his lips and his tongue—had brought her here, to the place where he could have his fucking way and she would gladly let him have it.“Take me, do it …”“Since when did you have any say?” His lips brushed her neck, fingers. Mom got out the camera and took a dozen pictures of Janet, for her Mom, ofcourse."Well, I think that is enough practice at being a bride for one day!" SaidMom. "Let's put the dress away and then you two can get on with whatever youlike!"Janet looked sad as she removed the dress and slip. Mom also used cold creamto remove the makeup and helped take her hair down and brush it back out.Then she left us alone."Since your still half dressed let's have a second fashion show!" I said."Okay, let me see.