“Well, what would you like me to do?” she asks, tilting her head to look at me. “You’ll do whatever I want?” I ask facetiously, and she smi...es widely. “Sure,” she says, playing along. “Hmmm... I think I’ll hold onto this favor until later,” I say, and she laughs. “Oh yeah?” “Yep. Raincheck,” I reply, and she shakes her head. “Just keep the punishment in the same ballpark,” Chanel says and starts pushing her toes into the sand. I smile internally. If she knew the kinds of punishment I’d. So that meant when a male steward was assigned to me, I didn’t ask for a female instead. I determined he’d have to put up with me in my smalls, just the same as if he was steward to a guy. I believe to the depths of my soul that a woman should be able to fill any role in the Republic fleet just as well as a man, and it shouldn’t matter a jot if that woman is considered desirable. If I show discomfort, well that’s just a sign of weakness on my part. So, just as I’ve done every other time this. She’d rang in sick to work so it wasn’t them. She picked it up and opened the message it was from Sean “hi Mrs Johnson we had a great time last night hope you did to lol we’ve got someone coming round to visit you will you be home today?”“Fuck off” she replied angrily “Now don’t be like that lol” he quickly replied and then sent her a photo of her in action last night.“Will you be home?” “Shit” she thought that would ruin her “yes I’ll be home” Gemma replied“Good girl, now he’s a good friend of. He told me all about the porn she likes to watch (rough gangbangs), stuff she liked to do in bed, where she takes cumshots, and some sexual stories from her past that essentially can be summed up as “She was a slut” before they were married. He’s also shown me some flattering pictures of her exposing her cleavage, and repeatedly talks about how awesome her tits are now.It was around this time I realized (and it continues to this day) that when I visit, she never wears a bra and is always.