"Hi, Wendy," said Jim, staring into my eyes as he slid his fingers in and out of my bottom. "Want to go out with me?"His mouth clamped against mine as...his fingers wiggled against my sphincter, and I felt my cock pulsing lewdly in front of me. Jim was mocking me now, but I was ready to be taken like a girl, just as he was getting so hot treating me like one.Jim pushed me to my knees , and then he stripped naked. I gasped at the sight of his cock-- so much longer and thicker than mine, his balls. " And, when I talk to you, you curtsey. Understood?"He looked at her. She wasn't fooling. He had to curtsey to a goddammaid?" Yes," he said, curtseying."Good!" she said. "As long as we have that cleared up. Just don't beasking me to do anything for you. Here? You do things for me - and theother real women in this house. You do understand, don't you." Yes Claire," he said, bobbing another curtsey."And men, pansies or not, get nothing to drink here. You just do asyou're told and act. She took us into the lunch room and after we had filled a couple of cups with industrial strength coffee she took us around the Hangar and pointed out the different planes as she explained what each was for. I was surprised to see that there were 8 planes in the Hangar buildings; Shannon didn't seem to be surprised at all so I didn't say anything as I mentally kicked myself in the ass for not reading all the reports that were e-mailed to me everyday.She took us out of the Main Hangar and across. "I almost caught up with you in Boise."I didn't say anything, even though I had a lot of questions. It was like I couldn't settle on just one to ask, so I didn't ask any. Or maybe I was afraid of the answers. I had been running fast, very fast and even if this woman hadn't been dead, which I was pretty sure she had been, she shouldn't ever have been able to find me. Not by herself, not without help.We got back to the highway and she took a left, so I was going back the way I came. The Texaco.