"Hold on." I took a peek around. No staff was in the vicinity. I ducked into her dressing room. It had a seat and a hook. The door stood off the groun... by two feet and the walls reached up to the ceiling. There were mirrors in the corners by which one could see completely around oneself. My sister was still wearing her black shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few weeks by cutting the V portion of her neckline to give her a bit more room. It was her favorite. I had exchanged a bunch of my illegal greenbacks to local money, and given the families enough to buy them food and extras for several years by their standards.I had stayed with Chung in an empty hooch and celebrated with my men for two days before coming back to base drunk and half blind from drinking too much rice wine. Upon my return I had collected another article fifteen for leaving without permission. I really didn't care as it just gave HQ more paperwork and made my file thicker. This. “Ideally, I would love a job where I could draw buildings; at one stage I considered studying architecture at Uni, but there’s too much maths and science required for that. I can’t do that stuff. Not that I really want to be an architect, but I love drawing buildings and the landscapes around them.”I had a thought in the back of my mind; would Ian and Celia Craig need someone with Georgina’s skills in their practice? I might have a quiet word with Ian next time at sailing.“So what else is there. Her voice husky as she explained, "Oh, this just won't do! You have too much clothing." Standing at her insistence, I stripped out of my shirt and jeans. She made a purring noise as my white cotton bra and red silk panties came into view. The red silk darker than usual, moistened by my arousal. Licking my lips, I waited for her to make her move. Smiling at my nervousness, she stepped back, flicking her wrist, allowing the whip fly free. Her skill and precision showed as the leather licked at my.