I then walk back slowly onto the landing. She knows that shortly, very shortly, she will be wracked with pain. ‘You will press your chest and stomac... hard against the wall and raise your arms above your head laying your palms flat also against the wall. You will stay in this position till I am done with you… unless you relish extra strokes?’ ‘I understand.’ She acknowledges meekly. I observe her comply with my instructions and wince slightly as her bare flesh makes contact with cold white. Shit." Gotcha." Wendy grinned. "You're pretty smart yourself ... for a kid."They both laughed.For awhile, there was the rustling of maps and Atlases and a lot of groaning at abandoned airfields and no fly zones."Now you know why I bought Sharpe Field ... although Moulton is closer ... everything convenient is gone." Megan was spending money right, left and center.The problem was the politicians. They're always worried about guns and the military has a lot of them ... plus ... there are ... were. She had nice little Asian sized breasts. A handful, size A's. The dress hugged her body really tight. It was short above her knees. When she squatted down her legs were open and I saw her purple panties. It wasn't much but it was again just enough, enough to bring back my morning wood. She pulls down my pants and then springs out my little cock. She blushed, gave an awkward smile, raised her eyebrows, as if it was one of those 'Well.. seems I've seen it all.” I gave her the same look back... Oh.Oh.“Oh,” I said.Techne shook her head and stomped off.UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIt took me a hard reboot – a good five seconds – before my brain started working again. I hurried after Techne and marveled at this. For years back on Stumble, Techne had been the mysterious and alluring girl in the second story of Miss Giddy’s House of Ill Repute and Licentiousness. I’d sometimes imagined being with her. On the nights where men were exceptionally coarse and crude and ugly and hairy. But now it felt like.