Collect your personal effects and report to docking bay..." heglanced down at the papers in front of him "...three for briefing."I wasn't surprised by...the speed. Gyagykgo and all. That's Get YourAssignment, Get Your Kit, Go for the civilians out there, it's a sayingin the military. I'd been prepared by it and everything I owned wasalready packed in two regulation kit bags on my bed; I was down in thedocking bay and talking to the doctor and a new Intelligence operativewithin half an hour. . That was how Mumtaz lived, touching herself aching for a man and desperate despite being filthy rich.The next day too, Mumtaz was surprised by another package at her doorstep. It had a box of handmade chocolate, her favorite, a fountain pen with an ‘M’ engraved on it and a note.“You don’t have to bite on cheap pens and grant it your heavenly lipstick impressions. Be a master to my pen, wrap your lips over here. An Admirer”Mumtaz giggled, reading the note. She neatly folded the note and placed. My cock grew hard as I saw her panties appear above thewaistband. She turned her back to me and, as she bentforward, slid her pants down further.My gown slipped open, exposing my erection. It was thefirst thing Lindsay saw when she turned to me again.“Like what you see?” she asked, having cast aside herpants. I nodded. She turned around, giving me a goodlook at her curvy figure, then bent down to pick herclothes up. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Show’s. " Without wantingit my thoughts had slowed down my tongue and diminished herpleasure. With renewed vigor I restarted my effort and was soonrewarded with her grabbing my hair and wildly bucking into myface. "Oh yesssss Sissy, yessss Greta. Your tongue is heavenly,yesssss, yessss, yessss, I am cumminggggg."After we were done with the shower we put creams on our bodiesand Mistress Andrea felt over my skin. "Greta sweety. I'llschedule you for a complete hair removal. Then you won't have toworry.