It was a multi-purpose craft that was capable of air-to-air combat, close air support for ground troops, and even tactical bombing. Its armament consi...ted of four high-powered anti-air lasers, two twenty-millimeter cannon turrets, and, most frightening to Lon and his troops, a nose mounted eighty-millimeter gun that could fire sixty high explosive rounds per minute. The 750 was, in short, a flying tank. Even its profile was sinister looking. It was triangular in shape, the weapon pods and guns. She asked the color ofthe bra and I told her beige, to match the girdle. Good girl, she said.This had gone way past what I thought would be a small mistake on my partto a fantasy I'd always dreamed would occur. We entered the restaurantand Tammie took over. She told the Ma?tre' d where we'd like to sit. Sheordered the wine, and our meals. She kept rubbing her stocking foot overmy slacks, asking me if I was wearing pantyhose with my outfit. I shookmy head. Bummer.The conversation during the meal. It was when Heather began putting her bra and thong on that Sammy found it the hottest. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, admiring her naked body and rubbing her hands over her naked breasts, flat belly and then down into her pussy and the vee of her thighs. Then, when she was ready to get dressed, Heather first slid the bright red thong on by stepping into it and then pulling the skimpy little item up and adjusting it on her body and getting the small patch of red cloth situated. It felt strange to be doing thesethings. My mind logically knew these were good precautions, but I'dnever been a spy before. Walking around fully armed was a foreignconcept to me. I left the house and walked down the street to arestaurant that overlooked the Black Sea. It was still a little earlyfor the normal dinner crowd so I was seated at one of the windows. Irecognized the staff and they knew me. I found it surprising thatNatasha was so well loved by everyone. If they only knew what she.