These and a couple more similar thoughts flashed thrue my mind as a glob of gue was pushed in to my mouth to hide my posible screams. No screams came ...rom me due to the shock of what events were uncovering at the passing moments. To say we had a successful mission would be a joke because as many predicted it was not. Not only was it a failure it was a disgrace, being attacked in space is not exactly what many would call the American dream. The expieriences bound to hapen could not have ben. "Bad experience you say?--LET me tell you what it was. All they had todo was say 'this is a command' and my free will was GONE! -Do you haveany idea what its like to sit in terror, helpless in the horror of yourown head? You can't do a thing, nothing to stop it! Then they tell youto do anything, they want too? From just plain killing, to horrificshit I want to forget-- BUT can't!" I sit back -"Sorry about that, lastnight in the Grove was a bit 'emotional' for me and its still veryfresh in me.". I start planting a series of soft kisses on the insides of your slightly parted legs. I pause briefly, admiring the view of your soft smooth pussy that is before me. I place my hands on your firm ass and pull you towards my hot, waiting mouth. My tongue slides between the folds of your wet pussy as I begin to devour it tenderly. I feel your clit grow increasingly harder and more rigid with every lap of my tongue. You place your hand on the back of my head, pushing me deeper between your legs.. I untie the robe, letting it drop to the floor. Then I model the gown. It gently follows my body, my nipples obvious. My arms are bare. The gown just skims over my hips and flows to the floor. Again I swirl for you. The gown billowing from me and then returning to caress my curves. You smile. ‘Yes, let’s get that.’ My next choice is a full slip, so delicate and dainty. Made of cream silk with lace trim, the entire bodice is made from the finest lace. It is so beautiful, gossamer. I pin my hair.