No thong."The night is young," Mr. Bradford said with a grin. "And I have a surprise for you." Oh, I love surprises," I said, cooing. "My wife is out ...f town unexpectedly for the next few days," he replied. "And I want to spend them all with you while she is gone. Are you game?" That sounds like fun," I answered. "We never really had an overnight. And a few days sounds awesome-licious. I bet you have some very naughty things planned." I must confess that since my wife told me she had to leave. "She closed the door and told me to get off my chair and kneel on the ground. I did so nervously. I was willing to do anything toget out of trouble. No matter the cost. "What do I do Mrs G?" Shut up James. You talk and talk and talk. Shut your yap. I have something for you to gag on."I feared for myself right now. I hope it wasn't some strap on fetish. Luckily it wasn't. She took her panties off and grabbed me bythe ears. She brought my head towards her snatch and stuffed it there for a few. Our two guys and I each refueled a plane using the guide with the salesman looking over our shoulder. He insisted we use the guide and offered information to clarify a particular instruction or answer a related question.The truck ran out of fuel on the plane I was refueling.The tankers followed us to the gym. After they were put on planks to keep them from settling into the ground - if we had a downpour - there was another hands-on demonstration on how refill the fuel truck.The process was. Across from the bed was a closet that held an emergency spare suit, some personal items, and a few ordinary clothes. She had less outfits than a primitive that didn't know binary could count on one hand.Currently she was dressed in her functional space suit. A bulky collar circled her neck, having a few buttons and connectors along the front. Below the collar every inch of her was covered by a durable material roughly three centimeters thick. It was an eye-catching shade of red with reflective.