I was impressed that her hearing was so good she could hear her painter call her that. I also wondered why she would choose a name given to her by the...would be assassin. Nevertheless I called her Paloma from then on. Three days later I took her home to Texas and to my small coastal town. We were playing husband and wife. We moved into our safe house and she began her new life. So did I. I finally got the chance to get her another white cane. I had been assigned as the commander of a new small. We were allowed to board the shit and go get settled into our berths. We were leaving in the morning (station time). I had to laugh when we found Foxy and Jill entering the room beside ours when we got on the ship. They both grinned at us. Most of us had been wearing our own clothes, but we had been told we could wear the ships suits or any of the clothes in the replicator if we wanted our clothes to last longer. I was seriously considering it because doing our washing was a pain.We agreed to. You still think that you own them don’t you”She led me upstairs, wanking my cock gently as she walked ahead of me.Without breaking contact, we lay down facing each other. Her tit was staring me in the face and she knew what was going through my mind. Her hand reached to cup the back of my head and she drew me down with a soothing, calming “SSHHHHHH”She tickled under my chin as I began to suckle.“There now. What’s all the panic? They’re yours”.She reached down to massage my cock as I continued. I remember one evening on the ride home from a night out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my submission to her authority. I remember the taxi driver asked her what was going on back there, and in her typical confident demeanor Lisa replied, "My bitch is eating my wet pussy." He just busted out laughing and said, "Fuck, that's totally hot!" Early into our FLR relationship, Lisa started breaking me in with her new strap-on that she purchased specifically for.