If I show discomfort, well that’s just a sign of weakness on my part. So, just as I’ve done every other time this has happened, I pretend I haven’t even noticed my male steward mentally undressing me, and I sip my coffee. It’s steaming hot and it tastes good. My mood starts improving immediately. Mansom helps me into the snug white regulation jumpsuit that is my teen uniform. A symbol on the upper arm fetish of my suit marks me as a colonel. The shoes I japanese slip on are also white, sturdy and utilitarian. Unlike some women in the fleet, I take no time to apply makeup. Men don’t have to. Why should I? Only a couple of minutes later, clad in standard field dress, I am moving alone through the corridors of the ship towards the general’s office. Mansom is left behind, at liberty to return to his bed and his dreams. Passing a place where the vessel narrows allowing viewing windows to have been installed on both sides of the walkway, I see no sign of a planet or sun around us. We are in deep space. A cruiser of the Republican fleet never drops its guard, even in the middle of the night, so although it is my time to be resting, others are about their duties. A group of soldiers comes down the corridor towards me, dressed in the same uniform jumpsuits I wear. There movements are leisurely, confirming we are not on alert. asian Most of the soldiers are men, but there is one woman with them, not as tall and long-legged as me but with a pretty face and neat blonde hair, that she keeps cut shorter than I wear mine. The approaching group clock the insignia on my jumpsuit (or more likely simply recognize me), and give me the salute due to a senior officer. I return the salute casually. All the men make their way past me and continue down the corridor, but the blonde female hangs back. “Guys, I’ll catch you up,” she calls after her comrades in her high voice. Once the men are out of sight, formality can be dropped. “Jasmine,” I say, pulling her to me in a chaste hug. “Melena,” she says, giving me a peck on the cheek. She carries a flowery scent along with her, like her own personal cloud. She shouldn’t masturbation really wear fragrance on duty, but no-one is likely to report her for it, including me. Jasmine is one of my few close friends here on the cruiser. Being two women in a mainly male environment we would probably have been drawn together whatever, but our similar personalities and sense of humor made us closer even than the many other serving females who can only let their guard down in the company of their fellow women. Miriam reached out with her hand and within asian a minute what had been a limp weenie became a hard teen boner. A gentle round of applause met her as she walked up to the table. She shook her head, "I don't. He was smiling into the camera lens while Jenna was lovingly looking up, into his eyes. "Mommy's cumming!" japanese "Thank you," I winked at her. The sky was a black blend of the blazing Milky Way which merged with distant lightning flashes to the north and west of our location. The tiny black plastic sun shade did nothing to prevent the glare of sunlight from bleaching detail form the drone's handheld control panel. About a half hour later, she returns and asks when I will be back to pick up the vehicles. She wriggled out of her suede skirt as she spoke. “Right, Sam, put your hands on her legs.” Sam fetish grabbed his sister by the shins. Two sadistic goodbye presents for Melena de Santo. She gets in and pulls up next to Sharon’s car and we all head off towards the house. The small clock on the mantlepiece began to chime as she got to her feet and walked over to him. Bother her pussy and ass where big gaping tunnels of abuse. “God damn deplorables,” my father growls as he zips through the news on holo-phone. God, masturbation what the hell am I going to do, I can’t believe I cheated on Nate!” Chapter 23