Chris has seen this mirrored in her growing frustration, her increasing contempt towards him in private, and in her more than explicit exhibitionism s...cially, deliberately in front of him, towards other men. Nevertheless, she still held back from extramarital sex, despite his long standing desire to be cuckolded. Over time, Chris has become sexually frustrated: now reduced to unsatisfactory masturbation alone in his room and struggling from his cravings for sexual degradation. In desperation,. ‘You know how I feel, don’t you?’ he said kissing her cheeks. ‘Yes.’ ‘I know you feel the same way,’ rolling her onto her back and moving his kissing down her neck. ‘For so long, big brother,’ she answered, her breath becoming shallow. She knew what he was going to say next and she put a finger to his lips before he could speak. ‘I don’t care what anyone thinks. I know how I feel and I… I want to act on this feeling,’ she paused not sure how to say the next part. ‘I want you be my first,. He loved what he saw. God, the feeling of satin against his skin was amazing, but still there was more to come. His eyes fell to the pair of black nylon stockings lying on the bed. Barely able to contain himself, he grabbed them and sensually rolled them up his legs. Oh how he had missed the feel of nylon stockings! That slight rasping swishing noise as they rubbed together when he moved. Forcing himself not to look in the mirror again, he quickly donned a long straight black wig and then. He'd assigned to Cromartie the task of manning the controls that governed creation of the wormhole ahead of them, and had drilled the mate repeatedly in the sequence of switches that would need to be activated."Minu'es may coun', e'en secon's," he'd warned his subordinate. "'Twill be a nearr thing, we'rre rrigh' a' th'marrgin. Ye mus' be able t'do i' in yer sleep."In the mechanics of interstellar travel the ship would send out a series of pulses in front of it. The pulses, moving at light.