HeatherLash) had become my true to life Mistress, something which I at one timedesperately longed for. At twenty-nine she, (being eight years my junio...) wasextremely well versed in the art of fem/fem domination and had becomethoroughly equipped after spending several years as a bondage model (thestarting root of her more then successful business). She discovered myquestionable desires and in only a few short weeks could see that I wanted tobelong to a woman like her, but my mischievously. We left the place and decided to go for a movie. We took a couple of tickets for some telugu movie, since it was a weekday the movie was quite empty. Once the movie began, I started caressing her boobs over her t shirt (she had removed her bra and panty before getting into the movie). She started moaning a little and immediately I pulled her head and started kissing her. She responded well and in a couple of minutes our tongue was exploring each other’s mouth. By then my hand had entered her. "What that means to you is that I can make you my concubine right now, but I'm not leaving Earth for a week or so. If you say yes..." Yes!" Wait..." I cautioned. "What I'm going to be doing is dangerous -- like early this evening was dangerous. I can probably place you on a nice safe ship in orbit while I do what I'm doing, but then we'll be apart until I'm done." The Civil Service guy nodded. "Or we've been talking about tuning me up physically so I can avoid danger better -- and the option to. The only thing he has to worry about is the weather, as it looks like we have some fog rolling in." At that point the camera located behind home plate panned upward and showed a thin but rolling white fog slowly descending toward the stadium. For some reason Kris shuddered when she saw the shot of the fog on her screen. "No, No. That's not right. That shouldn't be there. All those people." As she muttered to herself the screens witched to a shot of the crowd, even as the first announcer.