I wasn’t even listening to your compliments. I was simply pleasuring myself. You just took in the view as I worked tiny circles with my fingertips...on my clit. I looked at you and said ‘lick me through my panties.’ Like an obedient slave you kneeled before me on your knees. It made me even hotter when you forced my legs even wider apart. With the boning digging into my flesh it was a unique sensation of being confined yet stretched. You couldn’t stop sliding your hands up and down those. After a quick change of clothes, I walked into the small gym down the hall from my room. Red, padded mats filled the room. Against the near wall were a few resistance machines to keep muscles toned. Mirrors filled the back wall, giving the space a large feeling. One side wall was filled with practice swords, staffs and practice gear, the other wall had a couple of weight lifting machines. For an exclusive officer domain it was strangely utilitarian and not upscale.My primary goal was to clear. "Pick a hand," I ordered.She kissed me. Softly."Pick a hand."She pulled up my tee shirt and rubbed my chest with both her hands."Pick a hand?" Your left one," she said, kissing me again.'IOU one hand job, ' it read. I showed it to her. "You owe me a hand job."She kissed me, with her tongue. "Yes." A kiss. "I do."I led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. She was giggling. "Are you going to stay here like a good girl or am I going to have to tie you down?" Ooh, kinky. Are we talking. ”We paid our check, and I lead him to my blue scooter. On the way he reached for my hand and held it firmly, not looking at me, just walking with confidence. I smiled inside, I really think I like this guy!He examined my Vespa from stem to stern; had me start the engine and rev it up. “I can see why you like this so much. It is really cool! The color sort of matches your eyes.”I am sure I blushed. “Yes... Well... That is not why I got that color, but thanks for the compliment. Hop on behind me.