Part 15
The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.
Finally Joe called. He had already called to talk twice this week but now it was to give me the time the plane would be at the airport. I was ready. I had been on a shopping frenzy to update my wardrobe for two weeks at a resort with Joe. The plane would be in in two hours. I had packed my bags the night before. I couldn’t stand to wait in my apartment any longer. I called for a ride and hustled my bags down to the street. My name was enough to allow me past security at the general aviation gate. An hour and a half early I waited forever where I was told the plane would come in.
Several planes landed while I waited but they were all commercial airliners. Near the time I watched a dot in the sky turn into an aircraft and I knew it had to be mine. As it landed I could see it had no company markings and I felt like jumping up and down. Only the fact I was in heels made me keep my feet on the ground.
When it reached my area and the engines were shut off, a small truck with steps mounted on it pulled up to the plane. A door opened and Joe stepped out. It was like the sun had just come out of the clouds. I waved like an idiot. Being the only one there he had to know it was me and there was no need to attract his attention. As he approached me I wondered how best to greet him with everybody on the plane watching. He resolved that as he gathered me in his arms lifting me up to his hungry kiss. I opened my mouth and got a lovely mouthful of his tongue.
I could have stayed like that forever but he let me down and took my hand to lead me to the plane. Another man had come down and was carrying my bags to the plane. Joe and I boarded and took seats just behind Steve. She greeted me pleasantly but her presence was a reminder that I only had Joe for two more weeks. I resolutely put that out of my mind concentrating on enjoying his company to the utmost no matter how fleeting it would be. I was resolute that I was not falling for him as anything more than a temporary companion. Despite the fact our seats were as plush as my own recliner at home I managed to rest my head on his shoulder. I didn’t care what kind of contortions I had to endure, I was going to be as close as I could manage.
When we landed I was surprised at our reception. Three police vehicles were waiting for us with several large hovervans. The first two vans were boarded by security people from the plane. The next van was Steve and Steve with more security, then George and Harry with more security, then Joe and I with more security. Presumably the last couple of vans were more security. Then we were off at high speed for the resort. There Joe and I were escorted to a room by a security detail and asked to stay in the room until they came back for us. Joe had to explain to me that we were the first of the contingents to come in. Major function for security for the day was to ascertain there were no changes from the prior year that couldn’t be explained. They would check all rooms and all the resort facilities. The remaining company contingents would start out the next day in three separate chartered aircraft after the “all clear” from security.
In the meantime we would not be disturbed for about an hour. Joe unbuttoned my dress and peeled it down and off. He walked me backward to the bed and my shoes, panties and bra were removed and I was laid out on the bed. I watched as Joe undressed and I was delighted to see he had a pretty erection. He joined me on the bed where I happily spread wide for him. But he wasn’t even thinking about shoving that in me. He started at my ear, licking and kissing, leaving those loving, itchy tickles and then down my neck. Then he was on the other ear and again down my neck. From there he went to my boobs. I desperately wanted him in me but I didn’t want to give up the least part of what he did to my body. My boobs were fondled, the nipples licked, sucked and nibbled. It was so delicious. I know delicious isn’t the right word for what I felt but it was best I could do with my mind already going fuzzy.
Joe continued licking and kissing his way down my tummy and onto my mound. I knew in a couple more inches he would reach my clit and I would explode.
But he skipped that and he lifted my leg high in the air. He kissed and licked the back of my knee, then his tongue traced down my inner thigh. He stopped before he reached my slit and started on the other leg. This time he didn’t stop and he licked at my lips. He shifted a little and his tongue was on my clit. I exploded in an orgasm and my mind went reeling. I knew he penetrated me and he dumped a load of cum in me but that all seemed to be in another world.
Our remaining time to relax was interrupted by security letting us know everything was checked out. Joe and I dressed and went to the dining room for lunch. George and Harry and the Steves were already there along with quite a number of security people. Steve introduced them but there were too many for me to remember names. I asked Steve why so many security people were needed. She explained that people like George and Harry were such major contributors to the company in bringing out new and profitable products they had to protect them along with a number of others of similar value. Additionally most of the company personnel had become multi-millionaires as a result of profit sharing that it was felt necessary to extend protection to all employees and their families. So while they were protecting others they were also protecting themselves and their own families.
We had a pleasant lunch after which Joe showed me around the resort. I was surprised at its size with so few people in residence. Joe explained the company paid for the entire facility. No one else would be allowed in other than resort staff. We returned to the dining room but took seats on the outside. We were barely seated before a waiter was at our table asking what he could get for us. We asked for drinks and he placed the order on his communicator. In a moment another waiter brought the drinks. I remarked to Joe that I’d never seen service that quick. Joe said the company added a 50% tip to all the staff making some of them deliriously happy to serve us. We stayed there through dinner and after dinner drinks.
Joe suggested a moonlight swim and we went back to the room to change. I wanted to show off my new bathing suit; it was more string than cloth. It definitely got Joe’s approval. We were the only ones at the pool but the water was wonderful and we just enjoyed soaking. Joe started getting a little frisky. He untied my bra and reached behind me using it to bind my wrists together. My bottom was undone and I was impaled on a grand erection. He took a couple of steps to deeper water where I couldn’t touch and I was dependent on him to stay up. It was such a lovely predicament. I had to ask how he managed an erection in the water and he replied, “Just a miracle of modern medicine.”
I was a bit dismayed when he asked me about my collar. I didn’t want him to know I had no choice about being a prostitute. I knew I only had him for a couple of weeks but I hoped he could feel that I really enjoyed his company. I did not want to give him any further thought that I was there for any reason other than to please him. I suggested we could talk about it in the morning.
After he had teased me for a while he lifted me off. He left me bound and naked to walk back to our room. We rinsed in the shower or rather he rinsed himself off while he nailed me backed up against the shower wall. I couldn’t complain as I enjoyed a nice orgasm. He untied my wrists. I finished rinsing and we turned in to sleep through the night.
We had breakfast delivered by room service. Joe asked if I was going to tell him about my collar. I explained it was a slave collar that could be set to put me in terrible pain. Joe just stared for a minute. Then he took my hand saying, “Come with me.” We went down the hall to George and Harry. Joe spoke to them and they came to me to examine the collar. They spoke to Joe in another language. He picked up a communicator. I heard, “We have a prison collar. … On Janet. … They’re sure…. We’ll be ready.” Then he spoke to George and Harry. He turned to me and said, “We’re going back to the lab. We need to get dressed. You’ll need slacks or jeans.”
Back in the room I got dressed in jeans. Joe explained that my collar was a product of their company that had never been made public. It had been designed to be used in prisons but had never been accepted past testing. We were going back to the company labs with the hope that George and Harry could get me out of the collar. Leaving the room we were escorted by two security people who led us out to the back of the resort. Steve, George and Harry were already there with another half dozen guards. Shortly a helicopter landed and we all boarded.
We were taken to a different airport than the one we started at. Steve had called for a rocket plane which was too fast for most airports. Our plane was already in place when we arrived. We boarded and found the plane had a rather spartan interior. Joe buckled me in using a series of straps over my torso. He warned me to be prepared for a hard takeoff. We seemed to climb straight up for quite a while before starting down. We had covered hundreds of miles in about half an hour. We were hustled into hovervans and arrived at an imposing building in just a few minutes. I was greeted by a security guard who had a picture badge ready for me. Steve had communicated with the company computer to have an ID ready for me. Apparently it allowed me access to any part of the building. We made our way to a lab and George and Harry hustled about preparing to check my collar. Joe explained to me what they were doing and what they intended. They fixed some material under my collar. It was a little tight but Joe asked me to be patient. I told Joe when I felt the collar working. George and Harry sounded pleased though I couldn’t understand their language.
Then I felt the collar move. I reached up and was able to remove it. I threw it away from me. I turned to Joe and he took me in his arms. I kept feeling my neck. It was so hard to believe I was free. That cursed thing had governed my life for nearly four years. Steve took my hand and explained, “You’re free of that but we’ll finish the whole business after we return from our vacation. We’ll take it back to the resort so it isn’t tracked except as expected. You won’t be anything but a bystander after that.”
We returned to the resort by a regular plane. Back in our room Joe realized I was weary and he undressed me and put me to bed. He sat by me until I woke in the early evening. I agreed to go to the dining room for dinner.
There were hundreds of people gathered there. Joe explained nearly 80 percent of the company employees were at the resort. Steve had held chairs for us at her table. She welcomed me and was quick to suggest I was at a major turning point in my life and I should just relax over the next two weeks without trying to make any decisions for a bit. We enjoyed a pleasant dinner and I was allowed to remain quiet without being pushed into conversation.
A live band had been playing during dinner and took a break just about when we were settling down with after dinner drinks. When they returned from their break I went to the band leader and asked if they could play a special number for me. They agreed and I went to the edge of the dance floor. I beckoned to Joe and he joined me. I asked him to stand there while I moved about fifteen feet in front of him.
At university, my sorority put on a benefit show. One of the sorority sisters had inveigled her brother, a dance instructor and choreographer, to build a dance number for some of us. He had selected three of us to do the dance. He put himself fully involved in the performance and expected the three of us to be fully committed to it. We did work hard and learned a lot. Though he was gay he taught us moves to entice straight men. Our dance was to be sexy, in fact raunchy. At our final rehearsal he suggested we made him regret being gay. Our performance got a standing ovation and was the talk of the campus. Now I wanted to do the same dance to show my passion for the one man I was learning to love.
As the music started I stood with my back to Joe. I stamped my left foot, then the right. I reached behind my neck and lifted my hair to bare my neck. And then I went with the music. At the original performance we were dressed in cropped tops and micro skirts. Now I was dressed for the street in a plain dress. But my body knew how to go with the music. My arms, my legs, each part of my body worked with the music. I know I flashed my legs and probably my panties. It all went together with the music until finally the music stopped. I went down on my knees, head bent down to the floor with my arms out in front of me, palms up. There was nothing left but my prayer in my mind, “Please Joe. Please accept my love and my passion. Please take my heart, my soul, my mind and my body. Please take me as your woman.”
I could hear the drummer sounding like preparing for a ceremony. Then Joe took my hands and helped me up and held me tight. He turned me to face the dining tables and then I realized the roaring noise I was hearing was everyone standing and applauding. Joe picked me up in his arms and carried me back to our room. He undressed me and put me in the bed. Then he undressed and joined me. He used his lips, tongue and fingers to explore every bit of my body. He made love to me so thoroughly caressing every bit of me, I exulted at his touch. I didn’t dare say a word though I desperately wanted him inside me because I loved everything he was doing to me. When he finally entered me it took my breath away and I realized I had been panting. The orgasm I had that night was awesome. But almost as good was that night I slept secure in his arms.
The next morning we went to the dining room for breakfast. George and Harry stood as I approached. I hugged them both and kissed their cheeks. I told them I was exceedingly grateful for their help with my collar. They said it was nothing and they only wished they could have helped sooner. I promised them I would be forever in their debt. Joe and I took our seats and each ordered breakfast. I asked Joe if he knew of anything I could do to thank George and Harry. He told me of a breakfast pastry that they liked and I might be able to have it fixed for them. I said I’d rather cook it myself and I’d have to see if I could use the resort kitchen for the next morning. Joe said that wouldn’t work as he had arrangements made for early the next day. It was to be a surprise for me and I had to wait to find out about it.
As we finished eating the waitress set out fresh cups of coffee. The wait staff already had our tastes cataloged and served us accordingly. Then quite a few people came by to introduce themselves. Most had compliments for my dance of the previous night. A few suggested Joe was lucky to have me. The resort manager came by and complimented me on the dance. He related that the dance had been caught on three separate surveillance cameras. He had approached the company rep about editing the recordings into a single record and making the records available to company and resort employees. The rep deferred to me; I could have the copies made or have the tapes destroyed or just left to be recycled.
Joe said, “I’d definitely like a copy for myself.”
I had to agree with the copies. Asked about a title, I gave, “Take me.”, the original title from the university show. Asked about credits I gave my name and asked that the band get credit. Additionally I asked that choreography credit be given for Ben Wallace, my long ago dance instructor. I doubted he would ever know but I felt it was his due. The manager said he would have his technician start on it immediately and he hoped it might be ready for my review before dinner.
Before lunch I sought out the cook in the kitchen. He was quite agreeable about letting me fix the surprise pastries for George and Harry. He agreed to have the ingredients ready for the morning after Joe’s surprise. The only drawback was that to have everything done by 06:30, I would have to start preparing by 04:00. I agreed I would be in then and just asked to have some coffee ready. I went back to join Joe and told him of my kitchen arrangement. Then he informed me would have to be on the road at 03:30 for my surprise. I just hoped that somewhere along the way I’d have a chance to catch up on my sleep.
After lunch Joe took me around to meet some of his friends. Many of them complimented my dance. A few asked where I learned to dance like that and I explained about the benefit at university. A few asked about recordings and I let them know what was being done. After a bit we went to the pool. Joe asked me to wear my string bikini again. At the pool we settled in some chairs next to George and Harry and I was sure they appreciated my dress or lack of it. It gave me an idea of how I would dress on the morning I fixed their pastries.
Later that evening we went for dinner. The resort manager asked if I wished to review the edited version of my dance. I thought it was a fabulous finished product. They had seamlessly turned my three minute dance into a five minute video using all three camera recordings. I fully approved the editing job. They had ordered more thumbsticks to provide everyone with a copy and I approved showing it to everybody after dinner. The showing received a good round of applause and I had to stand to acknowledge it.
Since we planned an early trip in the morning we went to our room early. Up in the morning we managed to be on the road in a hovercar at 03:30. Joe refused to allow me even a hint of the surprise he had planned. We had pastry and coffee jugs from the resort kitchen but I slept through most of the trip. We finally arrived at an area still dark except for a single lit window. An outside light turned on and a door opened with a man coming out. He approached us greeting us as Mr. and Mrs. Sweeney.
“Are you all ready for your flight this morning?”
Flight? From here? I couldn’t see any evidence of an airport in the area.
Joe answered, “She doesn’t know anything about it yet. This is a complete surprise for her.”
To me, “You’re signed up for a sunrise glider flight. You’ll be taking off in the dark and you’ll be watching the sunrise from a few thousand feet up. This is John Stewart who’ll be your pilot.”
John’s wife, Jenny came out and introduced herself as our tow pilot. She would fly the powered airplane to tow the glider up to altitude. We all trekked out to the airfield where both planes were ready. Our eyes had adjusted to the dark and we could see the airplanes. Jenny went to hers while Joe and I followed John to the glider. I was surprised it was a two seater so small compared to commercial planes I had flown in. John got me seated in the front seat leaving the rear for him. He got my seat belt fastened and made sure I knew how to release it and explained how the canopy was released though he made sure I was not to touch it unless there was an emergency.
I saw lights go on on the plane in front of us and then lights lit on our wing tips. John warned there would be a bump or two as we started out. I heard him say, “We’re ready.” Into his communicator. Then there was a bump followed in a second by another and we were moving. Our flight seemed surreal with no more sound than the air going past our canopy. I soon felt comfortable and relaxed as we continued to gain altitude. The higher we went there were more lights to be seen on the ground but they diminished to mere specks.
Above us there was a clear sky so filled with stars it seemed they should be giving as much light as the sun. It was a magnificent sight all the more appreciated since it had been many years since I was able to see a starry sky. I was able to pick out constellations my father had taught me while on vacations away from the city. John released us from the tow plane and turned off our wing lights. My whole world was the stars surrounding me, even back behind us. It was so peaceful and comfortable I hoped the sunrise wouldn’t come for a while. I felt I was in a different world where there was nothing but a peace feeling so calm and serene; the only word I could think of was spiritual. What I felt was impossible to put into words.
After a bit I realized I was seeing what looked like a long line of fire ahead of us. It took a moment to understand it was the start of sunrise. Gradually the orb of the sun appeared above the horizon diminishing the appearance of a fiery horizon. At first the sun appeared below some clouds coloring them in brilliant shades. Then it passed past them and appeared fully risen. My stars all faded away. We turned away from the sun and I saw the earth below us was still dark. Ahead I could see a double line of lights and knew it showed where we would land. As we landed I could see Joe and Jenny waiting in a golf cart. They pulled up beside us as we slowed to a stop.
John opened the canopy and Joe came forward to help me out. After we were seated in the golf cart, John gave Joe a price to take me back up that afternoon and again for sunrise. There was no way I could pass up the offer. Joe started to ask me for an opinion but John interrupted asking Jenny to tell what I felt. Jenny recited some verses about flying. The words that really expressed my feelings were “slip the surly bonds of earth” and “reach out and touch the face of God”. I just nodded to Joe and he told John. “OK.”.
Jenny invited us inside to their office/snack bar. We were offered coffee and breakfast, we would be afforded lunch and supper assuming we had no other plans. We took advantage of a pair of loungers to relax. Jenny brought us coffee and sat and chatted with us. She told us John had been flying since he was 12, though he couldn’t get a license until he was 16. He and Jenny were seniors in high school when he invited her for a ride. After they reached altitude he asked her to accompany him to the senior prom. She was so enchanted with flying she was ready to agree to anything he wanted. Though they dated for quite a while he took her up often on flights. She would have gone to bed with him if he had ever asked but he never did and their most risqué activity was French kissing. Finally there came a flight when John reached across her shoulder to present her with a ring while he asked her to marry him. Of course she agreed. When they landed she scrambled to get to sit in his lap before he could get his seat belt undone. She had her pilots license by the time they were married and worked as partners to fly paying passengers and to fly just for the thrill of it.
I asked, “How was John so sure I wanted to fly again.”
“There is a mirror in the front cockpit so he can watch for any problems. He saw you crying and he knew you were hooked.”
“Does it ever get old?”
“No. This afternoon you’ll get even more of a thrill. This morning all you did was to coast down. John will pick out updrafts to get you up higher. When you feel that you’ll love it even more.”
I couldn’t fathom how the flight could have been better. The morning had been so perfect. I couldn’t understand how it could be better. But I was impatient to go up again. Jenny fixed sandwiches and sodas for our lunch. I had to force myself to eat slowly when I just wanted to be finished eating.
Finally we were ready. As Jenny suggested I used the refresher. She warned that we might be up for a few hours. John was planning to give me the best show he could.
Joe joined Jenny in the tow plane while John and I strapped in the glider. Our takeoff was smooth and I felt I was going to heaven. The world spread out far below us in its Lilliputian size. We soared above the mountains into a beautiful blue sky with just a few clouds about. We flew quietly and steady for a while after we let the tow line go. Then John warned me we were flying into an updraft. It was just like being lifted in an elevator. I could feel the pressure of it bearing us up on invisible wings. I lost track of how many times he flew us into an updraft. I thought it couldn’t be smoother if angels lifted our wings. I felt dismay when I realized we were getting lower in altitude. Checking my watch I saw we had been up for nearly four hours. I was sorry to go down even though I knew I would be back up in a few hours.
The landing was uneventful though I was surprised I didn’t see our landing field until we were almost on top of it. Jenny picked us up in her golf cart and we returned to the snack bar. I snuggled up with Joe but I felt impatient to go up for the sunset flight. Jenny handed me a book that was a neophyte pilots journal. I dove into it and was so absorbed in it Joe had to shake me to tell me supper was ready. I gave Jenny a hand cleaning up after supper and then we were ready to go.
Joe joined Jenny in the tow plane again while John and I resumed our places in the glider. Even though I’d been flying a good part of the day it was still a thrill to go up again. The mountains in the area were already throwing long shadows below us but at our altitude the sun was still above the horizon. After a while the sun was low enough to color a series of clouds in glorious colors. I thought it was the most magnificent show I had ever seen. As the sun sank lower starting to disappear below the horizon the colors changed. As the last vestige of the sun dipped below the horizon there was a flash coloring the whole sky green. And then it was gone. I wondered if it was my eyes playing tricks on me I had to ask John. I barely got out, “John?” before he told me, “That’s called the Green Flash. Nobody has ever been able to explain it to me. It just happens once in a while at sunset. I couldn’t tell you what environment produces it. I’ve seen it a half dozen times when there’s been clear skies and when there’s been clouds.”
As the light and color finally began to fade we turned toward our airfield. I was sorry it was over though I was sure I would fly again. After landing we returned to the office and prepared to return to the resort. Jenny insisted I keep the book I’d been reading and gave me a coupon to subscribe to a magazine on flying. We said our goodbyes and Joe and I started out in our hovercar. Joe asked if I’d had a perfect day.
I responded, “The perfect finish would be for you to drag me off into the woods, tie me to a tree and do awful things to me.”
“I’m afraid I wouldn’t feel safe taking you into these woods. There’s too much chance of running into nasty wild animals.”
“Oh I know. It’s just having kinky sex with you would have been the perfect end to a fabulous day.”
We rode on and I dozed until I felt us pulling off the road. We had pulled into a rest area. It was only meant as a resting place for weary drivers as there were no facilities and no lights. Once we stopped, Joe told me to take off my top and slacks. Knowing he had something kinky in mind I didn’t hesitate to strip down to bra and panties. Then I had to walk ahead of the headlights to the end of the area to remove my bra and panties and return naked. Back with him I had my wrists bound together at my back with a strip of cloth. My panties were stuffed in my mouth and fixed there with another strip of cloth. With the cloth over my mouth I realized my slacks had been cut in strips. Another strip served as a blindfold. I was moved around to have one knee on the back seat and one leg down on the floor so I was positioned head down and ass up.
I felt his cock slip into my pussy. But after a couple of thrusts he pulled out and was pushing into my ass. That was okay with me. My condition was kinky enough for me and I was happy to have him inside me in whatever hole he wanted. With one last hard thrust he spurted his cum in me, enough to feel it. Now I had to wonder how I could dress for the rest of the ride knowing my slacks were torn up. I didn’t have long to wonder as he pulled my ankles together and tied them. I was pushed down flat on the seat and my ankles were pulled up and fastened to my wrists. The seat belt was pulled under me and clipped over my torso. I had no need to worry about getting dressed. I was gagged and blindfolded, helplessly secured naked in a hogtie for the rest of the ride.
While I wondered how I could enter the resort Joe wasn’t concerned. He released me from the hogtie and lifted me over his shoulder. I was returned to the resort ignominiously with my bare ass up over his shoulder. Inside he asked if I needed the refresher. I nodded yes and was seated on the hopper. When I finished I was wiped and carried to the bed. He removed my gag but wanted to leave me bound for the night. I was so horny I begged him to get me off. He obliged by going down on me and forcing me into a grand orgasm.
After that I slept soundly despite my bondage. We woke to a four AM wake up call and Joe released me to scramble through a shower and getting dressed. I was welcomed in the kitchen with fresh coffee. For the next couple of hours the cook led me through cooking the pastries. Just past six I was finished. I was given a warming tray to hold my pastries and two fresh pots of coffee and I hurried back to our room. I asked the security guard in our hallway to watch for George and Harry to direct them to our room.
Joe took the pastries and coffee and set everything on the dining table. I went off to the bedroom to change. I returned dressed in a baby doll nightgown. Though my nipples were apparent it was not sheer cloth and I felt it was as far as I wanted to go to please George and Harry. Joe suggested we would be busy when they left. At a knock at the door I let George and Harry in. I felt they were discomfited at my dress but they quickly caught the smell of the pastries. They spoke excitedly with Joe and he explained to me they were delighted with my baking. I got them seated and served them with the pastries and coffee. They quickly devoured the first set of three each that I gave them and didn’t even think to resist the next set I served. They did stop long enough to speak to Joe. He interpreted that they didn’t have English sufficient to voice their praise and gratitude. But they wished to say the pastries were magnificent and more than should be expected from such a beautiful woman. I gave each of them a kiss on the cheek and told them I was the one to be grateful for them freeing me from the collar.
After the pastries and coffee were finished George and Harry left. Joe took my arm and led me off to the bedroom. He undressed me and laid me on the bed. Then proceeded to kiss, nibble and lick every part of me he could. I was ready to scream for him to stick it to me but I loved all the lovely things he was doing to me.
The rest of our time at the resort was fabulous. Joe planned several outings. We went skydiving and zip lining, among other adventures. We spent a full day at the seashore exploring quaint shops and small villages. We rode up some mountains sightseeing. The time we spent in the resort was enjoyable. I met many of Joe’s friends and we passed a good deal of pleasant time with them. The time we spent in our room was thoroughly enjoyable. We made love at least every day. Joe put me in bondage several times including twice overnight. I tried not to think about giving him up when we left the resort.
As the day for our departure neared, Steve presented a plan for us. Joe would return to my apartment with me and would carry the collar. Arriving late Sunday evening, it was expected Jerry would not bother us until Monday morning. Steve had arranged for local “muscle” to join us early for protection. After Jerry was taken care of Joe would stay over until he returned to the labs with the collar. Asked for my opinion I heartily agreed to anything that would give me two more nights with Joe.
It appeared that Janet had reached a life changing event in her saga.
31.07.15
story continues in An Ensign's Fantasies 16
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