Mitch had been transferred to a unit in Brisbane, so they didn’t cross paths again. When he was offered the chance to go to Afghanistan on the UNMCT... mission to fly the bomb-clearance training teams around, he was more than excited to get the opportunity.He was amused when the townies bitched about the heat and dust. He told them they should try spending ten hours of their day in a helicopter rounding up cattle in Queensland when the stations were in drought and it was high summer. The dust got. They owned a wonderful art deco beach house in Brighton, with incredible sea views. I had my own beautiful room with a balcony which they told me it was mine for as long as I wanted, but the focus of our lives and loves was the playroom, the first of its kind I had ever seen. It wasn't a dungeon of the type that has become popular. It was a sensual room rather than a torture chamber, softly lit and draped, with a fantastic sound system, and old wooden chests and blanket boxes which opened to. You take my hand and help me stand. You kiss me again. You state, “You better be fucking good,” as you lead me to your bedroom. You hesitate at the door. I hug you and ask, “What is wrong?” You sigh, “It has been a long time since a man has shared my bed.” “Don’t worry you will be fine and we will take it slow,” I calmly say. We enter your bedroom and I take you in my arms. I feel the tension in your body as I kiss you. I rub my hand up and down your back. I can feel you start to relax. Socovering up might be better ... After some hesitation, I opted for an all black outfit. A padded blacklace bra accentuated what little cleavage I had. Over the top I wore afabulous long-sleeved mesh top, with flared lace sleeves and intricatepatterns. It called attention to the bare flesh underneath, while stillartfully concealing it. I paired the top with a black leather miniskirt,patterned black hose and, after much deliberation, thigh-high boots withfour inch heels - high enough to look.