Damn. Her armpit was turning me on. These nanites were really screwing with my brain.Kyle had been dressed by the girls in what they wanted to see him...in. He wore tight, stretchy dark pants and a large, puffy, floral print shirt. It was hard to keep from smirking.We walked up and down a few decks, stopping by the few on-ship ‘sights.’ I steered the conversation to what they liked and disliked about Confederacy life, what they missed from Earth, and what they looked forward to on Demeter.After a. He had questioned mein detail about why i love cock, and what i would do to his. At onepoint, one of the flight attendants, a rather frumpy middle aged woman,overheard and asked if the man was bothering me."No, ma'am," i had replied, knowing what Master would want me to say.As i said the words, i imagined Master sitting in the seat next to me,telling me what a good girl i was, and my clitty twitched at Hisimagined approval. "This sissy is a complete whore, and is grateful tohave a Real Man to. “Charles?” She took a step closer. “Charlie, is that you?”“My name’s David,” I said. “David Millward.”“My God!” It was barely more than a whisper, “You’re so like him...” She cut herself off, and cleared her throat. “Let’s get your machine under cover and safe. I expect you’ll want to make a call to tell people where you are?” She didn’t wait for a response, but moved up to the Ranger. “Come on, I’m pretty strong, even at my age, but I’ll need your help to push.”There was a shed – small hangar,. She was simply a woman who smelled of sex. All the time.'God, I wish I weren't like this, ' she thought, 'All it gets me is hot pants and trouble.' She knew that this evening she would end up in bed with Steve Calvin, and she looked forward to the release it would bring, but dreaded her feelings of guilt tomorrow.Back in the bedroom, she looked through her drawers, finding loose, lacy, dark brown tap pants and a pair of thigh-high stockings with a sexy design up the side. The brown gabardine.