“We kept being sent out on mission after mission, and when the objective was won, I found myself training the security aspect of the research teams....I got pissed and demanded that every one of the research teams from the lowest member to the highest doctor who was too ‘good’ to bother fetching his own cup of coffee, be trained to fight. Oh, they didn’t have to be up to combat standards, but they damn sure had to know which end of the rifle did what.“We had some that must have thought that they. “Why?” I asked.“Just do it,” she pleaded. “Indulge me.”I closed my eyes. Emily turned the vibrator on for the long cylinder-like object and began to slowly rub it across my neck. The warmth of the tool felt good on my neck and the vibrating was soothing and intoxicating. Emily worked the vibrator across my breasts, and I opened my eyes.“Calm down,” she said, “Just enjoy it. Close your eyes and relax.”I resettled myself on the couch as Emily knelt down and parted my legs, repositioning herself. At about mid flight Joan got up and headed for the restroom. Just as she entered, she crocked her finger to John. He got up and furtively went into the restroom behind Joan. A few minutes later I could hear Joan moaning and talking dirty. "Fuck me, Ahhhh, god fuck. I'm coming." A flight attendant approached the door and asked if everything was okay. She could hear the bumping noises and groans. A few minutes later I saw John peek out the door, and he walked back to his seat. Joan followed, but. Underbust tied the delicate apron tightly around my waist, stoodback and looked me over."What do you think, Tina?" Mr. Steele asked.My mistress reached over and pulled off my mob cap. "Lose the cap," shesaid. "All she needs is a frilly hairband that she can make herself.It'll teach her how to sew."He nodded and turned to me. "What do you think, Lisa?" Isn't it awfully short, Mr. Steele?" I said, swiveling my hips to makethe skirt swish around me."Master," he replied, looming over me.I hated.