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Cathy's Life #4 - Smugglers - Cathy (FF, mF, mf, MF, cons, nc, ScFi, bi
danger, slice of life)
By CH Makoto - copyright 2009

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Foreword: This particular entry follows the continuing story of a woman
named Cathy Burgess. Through extraordinary circumstances, she survived her
execution (see Cathy's Life 1) and we are following her further adventures
in life. While not strictly necessary, for maximum enjoyment I recommend
having read the previous Cathy stories.

I wish to acknowledge the invaluable assistance of my partner in editing,
providing ideas and criticism, but any fault rests on me.  These stories
are not based on real people, living or dead and any similarity is strictly
coincidental.  The sexual behavior in the stories is not something I would
encourage in real life.  This fictional world has no STDs and women can
easily prevent pregnancy. Unfortunately, our world is not that lucky yet.

Do not try this at home!!  Or you may end up as the girls do.

Feel free to repost this story, but I retain copyright and please attribute
CH Makoto.
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Cathy's Life #4 - Smugglers - Cathy

Chapter 1 - Orders

It's Saturday, 14 November 1533 at 1400.  I'll remember that date and time
for the rest of my life.  That's when I receive my first mission.

I am sitting on my couch, in the buff as always, when the Office of Special
Affairs (OSA) phone rings.  My heart starts thumping.  Just a few days ago,
John, my OSA handler had called to let me know that I would be assigned a
mission soon.

I answer the phone, "Hello, Cathy speaking."

"Cathy, you have been assigned a mission.  The general location of this
mission will be the spaceport warehouse area in Dubai, Persia.  Mission
details have been transmitted to your computer system.  Log in, memorize
the mission and securely delete all mission data.  You are to leave for
Dubai on NAS at 1115 on 17 November.  That is all."  The phone goes dead.
If I hadn't actually seen him once, I would tend to believe that John is
not human.

I log into my system and open the encrypted document from the OSA.  It
seems someone is trying to smuggle combat mechas in.  As always, not
everyone is happy with the state of world affairs and especially some
offworlders are trying to increase their influence.  The OSA is of the
opinion that since relatively peaceful means have failed some group is
turning to violent means of changing the status quo.  My instructions are
to go to Dubai, locate the mechas and report definitively on both them and
whoever is smuggling them in.  The OSA will take it from there.  Once my
report is filed, I am released to return to Tokyo.  Not much to go on, but
I suppose if the OAS knew more they wouldn't need me, their ace number one
reconnaissance operative.  It has been a lot of fun here in Tokyo the last
eight months or so and I guess it is time to pay the piper.

As per my usual when I need to think, I go into my bedroom, lie down on the
bed and, while thinking about, both the mission and the next few days, I
play with myself.  Low-level masturbation is the best way I have found to
focus my thoughts and relax at the same time.  It's close to 1600 when I
get up and start moving again.

The first thing I do is call Nancy.  When she answers, I tell her, "If
you're not too busy, I'd like to come over."

"Sure, I have nothing scheduled."  Nancy sounds happy at the prospect of my
visit.

"OK, cool.  I'll be there around 1730."

"Nice, will be you be able to stay for dinner?"

I think for a second, decide that I don't need to start actually doing
anything yet, and answer, "I don't see why not.  Dinner sounds good."

"I'll let the chef know to prepare for another for dinner.  See you then.
Good-bye."

"Good-bye."  I hang up.  I start getting ready to go.  It's Saturday, so
normally I would be seriously grubby, but going to Nancy's means I'll need
to dress up.  The weather is still decent, with a high of around sixteen
degrees.  I'll need a light jacket for later on, but I can still wear
pretty much anything.  I pad to my bedroom and put on the crème colored
panty and bra set I bought for the ballet.  I still have trouble believing
how well they both fit.  The panties hold me closely everywhere, but bind
nowhere, don't ride up on my butt or go places they shouldn't.  The bra may
be an underwire, but, once on me, it feels like it is all made of a very
light fabric.  The underwire does its job of supporting my breasts and the
straps rest lightly on my shoulders.  The cups are smooth, opaque and fit
my breasts perfectly, no gaps and no wrinkles.  The fabric is heavy enough
that my nipples never protrude, but behaves as though it is very sheer when
Kasey strokes my breasts, transmitting his touch flawlessly.  It's no
wonder that I find myself wearing a bra more often than I used to, since
the drawbacks disappear with this one.  I'm glad I bought a couple spare,
even at $250 each.  I slip into a pair of tan pantyhose, then get a
sleeveless, tan and forest green sheath dress out of the closet.  It's a
nice, conservative length, about ten centimeters above my knees, which
won't cause Nancy's parents to raise their eyebrows.  She may be fifty-two,
but her parents even now have their say.   I decide it doesn't need a slip
and select a pair of olive pumps to complete the outfit.  Stepping over to
the dresser, I apply some eyeshadow and lipstick, grab my purse and head
out the door.  On the way, I get my tan leather jacket from the entryway
closet and slip into my pumps.  Waving to my neighbors next door, who are a
dear older couple, I walk to the garage and get my car.  I've had them over
a couple of times for dinner, they're friendly and it's nice not have some
yoyos as my neighbors.  It's a bit cool for driving with the top down, so I
don't.

It takes about forty-five minutes to get to Nancy's and I leave the car
parked in her driveway.  I love the SL and catch myself sometimes driving
places the bus or train would do as well, but not today.  I ring the
doorbell and their live-in maid answers it and ushers me in.  I leave my
jacket with her and walk inside.  Nancy smiles and waves at me from the
stairway, we go into the salon and settle ourselves into a couple of comfy
chairs.  Nancy is dressed in a floor length caftan, which is common for her
at home.  Sandals are her footwear and no hose.  Nancy's home is western
style, so I wear my pumps.  Slipping them off here, I tuck my legs under me
and after exchanging a few pleasantries with her, I get to the point of my
visit.

"I won't be coming to work for a while.  The OSA has assigned me a
mission."  Nancy is the president of Bioelectrum Expediting Corporation
(BEC), the company I work for and is the only one who knows I also do
things for the OSA.

"Oh my god!" she exclaims.  She looks at me worriedly and continues, "Are
you going to be OK?"

"I certainly hope so," I reply.  "I can't be absolutely sure, since it
appears there is going to be a certain amount of risk, but this is what the
OSA has trained me to do, and I'm good at it.

"I know you can't tell me the details, but can I know where you are going?"
Nancy still looks concerned, as she knows this is my first mission since
moving to Tokyo.  I see no reason to worry her further by telling her it's
my first real mission ever.

"Sure, the initial destination is Dubai.  After that, it'll depend on what
happens there."

"Do you know how long you'll be gone?"

"I'm not sure, but I think you should plan on at least a couple weeks."  I
do real work at BEC and Nancy will have to reassign some of my workload.  I
feel comfortable giving out some of the details to her as she has
connections to the OSA and can be trusted.

"OK, I won't ask more, but if can help in any way, let me know."

I frankly answer, "You know I can't do that.  Even if it costs me my life,
the OSA must not be compromised.  If I was to contact you in the middle of
a mission, someone might put two and two together.  With all the crap going
on offworld, the OSA is our best hope of avoiding a shooting war and a war
would be a shame.  The Earth is far too nice and the people are friendly
and fundamentally good, so if I have to die to protect them, it's no
problem.  It may be a cliché, but the price of freedom is high."

She smiles and sighs, "I know you can't, but I want you back.  We've gotten
closer over the last few months and I don't want that to end, as selfish as
that is."

Firmly I state, "Don't worry, I always come back."  Which is technically
true, since I never been on a mission.  Then I smile, change the subject,
and go on, "I'm going to ask Kasey to check-up on my place while I'm gone. 
He can bring in the mail and take care of my plants."

"You really like Kasey don't you?"  I nod and Nancy continues, "Are you in
love with him?"

I start to quickly respond negatively, then check myself and reflect for a
few moments.  "I'm not sure.  I certainly don't want to marry him, but even
with the large difference in age, we are a first-rate match.  There is an
oneness to us that is hard to explain."

"Sounds like love to me." She quips and grins.

"Maybe so," I say doubtfully.  "When he and I first became an item, I told
him that when he finds a girl his own age to be with and he dumps me, that
it wouldn't hurt me.  I still think that to be true.  Perhaps, it's one of
the reasons we suit each other so well.  Neither of us thinks they own the
other."  I smile at Nancy and say, "It's people like Kasey that make this
such a nice place to live.  I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but he
has a couple friends, Jody and Kane that hang with us a good deal.  They're
as good a couple of teenagers as you'll find.  A little weird sometimes,
but what teen isn't."  I giggle, and then to lighten the mood, I let one
leg slip out from under me and hang down.  This causes my dress to shimmy
up some, exposing a good bit of thigh and, I'm sure, a view of my nylon
covered panties from where Nancy sits.

Nancy takes the bait and proceeds to peep up my dress.  Ever since the
night at the ballet, Nancy and I have been slowly, but steadily moving
towards a relationship.  Nancy has never had a physical or romantic
relationship with a woman before, while I've been bi with a slight tilt
toward women, since I can remember.  I've been careful not to force the
pace, I don't want to scare her off and she is my boss.  I catch her eye
and giggle, "Thank-you.  I'd hate to think I can only attract youngsters." 
We both crack up at that and then resume chatting about other things.
Nancy still steals an occasional look and to aid her I let my thighs
casually creep apart.

The door opens; the maid walks in and tells us that dinner is ready.
Fortunately, from her angle, my dress would look only a little high up my
legs.  I slip the other leg off the chair, slip my puppies into my pumps
and get to my feet.  As Nancy passes by, following the maid, I pat her rear
and quietly say, "A little play time later?"

Nancy, who by now is used to my shenanigans just nods her head, colors a
little, then grins.  Trailing the maid, we enter the dining room where
Nancy's mother and father await us.  Nancy's parents greet me cordially,
and we all take our places at the table.  The maid departs and returns with
our first course, which is a shrimp curry with coconut over rice.  I ask
for a lager and Nancy and her parents get water.  I like curry and
fortunately, for my tummy, the Dannana family doesn't have it made highly
spiced, although the beer helps quell a small fire. The curry is followed
by a lentil soup, served with some fresh roti bread.  The soup and bread do
a good job of cleaning the curry flavor off my tongue, so I think I'll
survive.  Nancy's dad, who is also a football fan, and I have an animated
discussion on the chances of the Samurais winning the league championship. 
They really don't have much hope of going far in the playoffs.  Nancy and
her mom are discussing some changes they want to make to the landscaping,
but I don't pay much attention.  After the soup comes the main course,
cubed lamb also served over rice, very tasty indeed.  I call it a main
course only because it comes third, but the portion is no larger than the
curry and as I pop the last cube into my mouth, washed down by a swallow of
a second lager, my tummy just fills up nicely.  These people certainly know
how to eat and with their own chef probably don't rely on the system as I
do.  Still babbling about football, I relax and allow my pumps to dangle
off my toes as I get a slight buzz from the beer.  A bowl of rasgulla is
brought as dessert to fill in any gaps in our gut.  The sweetness hits the
spot.  Soon after deciding the Samurais, if they're serious about a
championship, need to get more players from the States, Nancy's parents
excuse themselves and leave us to ourselves.

For about the last ten minutes, I've been playing footsies with Nancy, to
her annoyance.  As soon as her parents leave, she hisses at me, "What were
you doing?  We'd been in trouble if they caught you with your foot half way
up my calf."  Nancy's parents are very traditional and don't approve of
homosexuality.

"I'm sorry, I truly am.  It's my lack of restraint, I know.  Please don't
be mad at me," of course I say all that while giggling half the time.

Nancy, about to chew me out more, stops and starts laughing herself.
"You're incorrigible.  It's a good thing you're such a good employee or I'd
have you drawn and quartered."

I finish my second beer and grin, "That sounds like it could be fun," I
slide my stockinged foot back under her caftan and go on, "Is that all I'm
good at?"

Nancy blushes and shushes me.  "Let's get out of here, before you really do
get me in trouble."  Once a child always a child, even at fifty-two.

I nod in agreement, slip my feet back into my shoes and we move from the
dining room to her bedroom.  As soon as the door closes behind us, I kiss
her, not forcefully, but softly as an apology for making her worry.  She is
stiff for a second, and then forgives me, softens her lips and
reciprocates.  Our tongues dance together, without entering the other's
mouth.

Sighing slightly, Nancy comments, "If six months ago someone had told me
that I'd be kissing a woman, like I just kissed you, I would have said they
were nuts.  I know that, in general, the whole world finds homosexuality no
different than heterosexuality, but I was raised in a family that thought
and still thinks otherwise."  She hugs me a little tighter.  "I don't know
how you broke that barrier, but I'm glad you did."

I rest my head on her bosom and seriously reply, "I didn't break the
barrier.  You did.  If you hadn't been mentally ready to be this close with
a woman, nothing I did would have made the slightest difference.  All I was
and am, is friendly; oh, and generally good-natured."  I pinch her butt and
laugh.  "Don't over analyze.  Do you enjoy our playtime?"  I cup an ass
cheek as she nods, "Then we can let it develop naturally, we're certainly
not going to have kids, so it is play, and playtime has always been my
favorite time."  I give her butt a couple gentle squeezes and finish, "Even
back in elementary school, recess was the best time.  So, no more serious
stuff tonight, OK?"

Nancy smiles and nods her head strongly, then wonders aloud, "Has anyone
ever turned you down?"

I giggle like a maniac and slap her rear, she flinches as I say, "Too damn
serious, but yes.  Now shut up," which I ensure by pressing my lips to hers
again.  Nancy has a love seat in her room, an aptly named piece of
furniture, which we move to and continue necking.  Nancy is so much better
than she was at first, seldom hesitant and often inventive.  Like now.

She quietly says to me, "I'm feeling body conscious tonight, so I'd like us
to stay dressed."

Then, she slips her hand under my dress and in a twinkling, her hand is
stroking my hose and panty covered kitty, surprising me with her
aggressiveness, and turning me on with her touch.  I love how the panties
don't block the sensations as most would and I open my legs to facilitate
her contact.  I was going to kick off my pumps, but in the spirit of the
night, I keep them on.  I go after her boobs and discover a second
surprise.  She is braless, that's a first.  After I start fondling her, she
beams, and never ceasing her petting of me, she kisses me.  Our tongues
intertwine, but like with our clothes tonight, we stay shallow.  I'm amazed
at how excited and turned on I am getting.  Who would have thought that
clothed sex could be so much fun?  I have a small orgasm and Nancy wryly
observes, "Naughty girl, you get in a lather so easy," and continues her
assault on my privates.

I give her nipple, which has gotten good and hard, a little pinch and then
softly squeeze both her breasts.  She closes her eyes and starts breathing
faster.  We must make an interesting tableau, at our age looking and
sounding like a couple of high school girls.  She's bringing me to the edge
again and I can tell she is close herself.  She loves having her bottom
touched, so I switch one hand down there and fondle her bum.  I light off a
second time and Nancy stops stoking me as I kiss her.  Without direct
genital contact, a few minutes later Nancy shudders and cums.

We take a short break and then restart our petting session, as it has been
too much fun to stop now.  Neither of us has any more orgasms, but the
feelings are so pleasurable that cumming is not necessary for us to enjoy
the playtime.  At length we decide that playtime is over and with a last
kiss we bring to a close our night together.  I tell Nancy, "I enjoyed that
way more than I would have thought."

"So did I.  I was apprehensive at first, but discovered that although the
sensations were different, it was all good."

We stand up, I smooth my dress out and she walks me to the front door.  She
retrieves my jacket from the hall closet and as I put it on she says,
"Please be careful."  After taking a quick look around, she gives me a
quick kiss.

I tell her, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of this skin, I've grown used
to it."  I laugh my signature giggle and take my leave, waving to her as I
drive away.  It's after 0100 when I get home and as I am dumping my clothes
on the floor, I decide the shower can wait for the morning.  Nude, as we
were meant to be, I crawl into bed and very shortly Mr. Sandman has done
his job and I am out cold.

Chapter 2 - Kasey Stays the Night

I must have been really tired as it's nearly 1030 when my eyes open.  I lie
stretching a while, planning the day, and then go into the bathroom and
shower.  I dry off, go into the kitchen and make breakfast, which I eat
while watching the news.  As has become traditional, I spend the next
couple hours cleaning my home.  Such things as the food system, furniture,
carpets, etc. are self-cleaning, but I still have to pick up and put away
my clothes, do laundry and at least turn on the loaded dishwasher.  I check
for any updates from the OSA concerning the mission (there are none) and
spend thirty minutes working on my flexibility.  I am very flexible; maybe
not quite Cirque du Soleil, but still good and I make sure I stay that way.
It's a little after 1400 when all is done.

I settle into my armchair and call Hanako, Kasey's mother.  I'm a little
nervous, for I'm about to ask for the loan of her son.

"Hello Cathy, how are you," Hanako answers brightly.  "Kasey is out at the
convenience store right now getting a few things for me.  I can tell him
you called if you'd like.

"I'm doing well.  I didn't call to talk to Kasey, but with you."  Skipping
more pleasantries, I get right to the subject.  "I have a request.
Starting Tuesday, I'm going to be out of town for some time.  Would it be
all right with you if I invited Kasey to stay here tonight?  I promise to
get him to school on time tomorrow."

A silence ensues on the other end, and just when I start to worry, Hanako
cheerfully replies, "Certainly, it would be fine with me.  I know you're
older than Kasey, he has said so himself, but I believe you have his
interests at heart."

"Thank-you, Hanako.  If you want to know, I will tell you my age," I offer.

"No, I don't need to know."  I breathe a sigh of relief.  "Your influence
on Kasey has been all good.  He's more cheerful, energetic, helpful, and
does his homework on Saturdays instead of putting it off.   Hell, even his
complexion is better.  Just remember, he's my only son."  She speaks from
her heart.  It gives me more insight into Kasey as well.

"Don't worry.  I think the world of Kasey and would never hurt him."  Which
I hope is still true after my mission.

"I think you do or I wouldn't have agreed.  Do you want me to have Kasey
call you or will you call back?"

"Have Kasey call me.  No point in my missing him and I don't want to
interrupt his shopping for you."

I turn on a football game and trying not to be impatient, I wait for
Kasey's call.  About forty minutes later my cell rings and it is Kasey.  I
pick it up and greet him.

"Hello Cathy, my mom said you called?"

"Yes, I did.  If you're not going to be busy later, I wondered if you might
like to come over and then spend the night here?"  I put all the cuteness I
have into the tone of my voice.  It's not as if I expect him to refuse, I
just want to let him know that the choice is his, but that I want him here.

I hear a slight gasp on the other end, and then he responds, "I would love
to if my mom OKs it.  I have school tomorrow so she might not."

"Tell her I'll drive you to school and won't keep you up," I giggle, "too
late."

"OK, hang on a sec."  I hear a muffled conversation and then a clear
`really?'  He comes back on and says, "It's OK."  It sounds like he almost
doesn't believe his own words.  "I'll make up a small bag of stuff I'll
need in the morning, bring my bookbag and a lunch to put in your frig.
Then I'll catch a bus and should be at your place by 1640."

"Cool, but you don't need to bring your lunch.  I'll make you a bento in
the morning."

As it sinks in that it's really happening, Kasey cannot contain the joy in
his voice, "OK, I'll tell mom.  See you soon, good-bye."

After hanging up, I check the time.  It's a little after 1500, so I return
to watching the game.  He doesn't know it, but I'm going to meet him at the
bus stop.  It's only a ten-minute walk from here.  I do a quick weather
check, it's eighteen degrees, so I won't need to bundle up.  I watch the
game until about fifteen minutes before the hour, and then I go get
dressed.  I choose navy blue frilly dress, with short sleeves and a scoop
neck.  As it has a soft full lining, it doesn't need a slip and Kasey will
like that it comes only half way down my thighs.  I think about wearing
thigh-high nylons, but decide on sheer black pantyhose instead.  It's a bit
breezy out and I don't want to have to worry about exposing myself.  I go
with the black bra and panty set and black Mary Janes with seven-centimeter
heels.  After applying my make-up, which consists of light-blue eyeshadow
and pink lipstick, I'm ready to go in plenty of time to meet his bus.  At
the entryway, I slip on the Mary Janes, buckle them, and grab my leather
jacket to protect me from the wind and start walking to the bus stop.  It's
in the opposite direction to my usual one, but I arrive with several
minutes to spare.  No one is waiting and I have the bench to myself.  About
five minutes later, Kasey's bus arrives and off he steps, bookbag in hand
and overnight bag slung over his shoulder.  He looks both surprised and
pleased to see me.

"Cathy, you didn't have to come."  He ventures.

"I know.  I trust you to find my home, but I wanted to walk with you."

"Cool.  I like the dress, it looks good on you."

"Thanks, flattery will get you places." I giggle.  Settling his bag on his
shoulder, we start walking toward my home.   Not wanting to hinder him, I
stroll along beside him and we chat.  He is easy to be with.  He laughs
easily, is not sensitive to small mistakes in meaning, is intelligent and
is caring of people around him, not just me.  I once skipped on ahead
knowing my dress would fly up a little, exposing a good deal of my thighs. 
He laughs and when he catches up to me, he flips my dress up high enough to
reveal my panties.  I giggle and slap his hand away, "Naughty boy, what if
someone sees?"  This is how we are together; neither takes things too
seriously.

We get to my home and go inside.  He drops his bags off just inside on the
entryway, I hang my jacket and then we turn to each other and smooch.  He
leaves his bookbag in the entryway; he won't need it today.  He picks up
the other bag, I slip off my Mary Janes, carry them, and we go into the
bedroom where I deposit my shoes in the closet and he leaves his
overnighter next to the bed on the floor.  We travel back to the living
room arm in arm and I put on some music I know he likes, bending over in
the process so he can see my butt.  I straighten up, pad over to where he
is standing, give him a big smile and ask, "It's a little early for dinner,
what would you like to do?"  I smile wickedly.

He doesn't directly respond, but moves behind me and starts to unzip my
dress.  I consider stopping him, then choose not to.  After unzipping it
all the way, he smoothly slides it off my shoulders and with a small
wriggle by me; it falls in a heap around my ankles.  I feel him reaching
for my bra strap, only this time, I turn round before he can undo it, wrap
my arms around him and start French kissing him.  He gets the message,
stops trying to remove my bra and concentrates on kissing me.  He really is
a good kisser when he concentrates.  My pussy decides it's time to lube up,
even though I have no intention of letting things go that far right now.  I
break off the kiss, take a step back and say, "No need to hurry, we have
plenty of time.  Besides, don't you like this look?"  I twirl around,
showing off my black bra, panties and those special very sheer black
pantyhose.

His eyes following my every move, he replies, "Well, I am a bit extra horny
for some reason.  I do love what you have on though.  I don't think I've
seen you in all black before, it suits you."

I give his statement a few moments of thought, "Extra horny, huh?  Maybe I
can do something about that without taking off anymore clothes."  I
remember the previous night with Nancy and know now that keeping clothes on
can be sexually stimulating too.  I take his hand and lead him to the
couch.  While he is standing, I kneel, undo his belt, unsnap his pants,
unzip his fly and tug his pants down.  He's wearing boxers under his pants.
I indicate he should sit and I reach for the opening in his boxers.  I
think he expects me to jerk him off as I have done before, but I have a
surprise for him.  After I have extracted his penis from his shorts,
instead of sliding my hand along it, I lean forward and take the head of
his cock into my mouth.  He jerks slightly and I hear a sharp intake of
breath as my tongue makes contact with the tip of his dick.

We've not had oral sex before and I think he might have thought it was
something I didn't do.  Silly boy.  In actuality, by chance, we had only
never gotten around to it before.  It had been too public or the other
things had been too much fun for the matter even to come up.  I slide my
tongue around the head of his cock, slipping it in and out of my lips,
sucking gently.  Almost immediately, pre-cum starts to dribble out, I lick
it off and more follows.  He `is' extra horny.  I don't want him cumming
with only his head in my mouth and I can tell, as he tries to prevent his
hips from involuntarily thrusting at me, that he is going to cum quickly.
Accordingly, I slowly suck more and more of his penis into my mouth, as his
pre-cum continues to leak out.  I deep throat him with my tongue working
over the bottom of his penis.  A few seconds later, he stiffens, a soft
moan escapes him and he ejaculates into my throat.  I let the first few
spurts go right into my throat, then pull back some so that the rest is
ejaculated into my mouth.  I have to swallow several times before he runs
out of semen.  Every man's semen tastes a little different.  I like the
taste of cum, but I must say that Kasey has the best tasting cum yet.
Carefully avoiding rubbing the head, knowing how sensitive it gets right
after orgasm, I wait for Kasey's cock to soften before letting it slide,
nice and clean, out from in-between my lips.  I smile proudly up at him.

Kasey sighs and caresses my hair, "God, that was fantastic.  Sex with you
keeps getting better.  Does it ever stop?"

Giggling, I retort, "Not if I can help it."

Kasey smiles, then looks a little guilty and says, "But, I haven't done
anything for you."

Again, I giggle, "If you could test here," pointing at my panty and
pantyhose covered crotch, "You'd know that's wrong.  I am excited.  I get
turned on giving blowjobs, the feeling I get from your dick exploding is
very pleasurable.  So don't worry about trying to balance things out, it is
a losing cause.  If you'll either pull your pants back up or lose them,
I'll go get dinner started."  Kasey decides to join me in partial undress
and leaves his jeans behind.

He follows me to the kitchen and watches me get the system making dinner.
It makes me feel good that he still likes to watch.  He helps me set the
table and by the time we're done with that and we've gotten our drinks, the
meal is ready.  It's a light meal of fried fish and ramen with vegetables. 
I have a glass of light white wine and serve Kasey a Coke.  I programmed a
citrus sorbet to be dessert.  While we're eating, I break the news about my
trip to Dubai.

"Kasey, on Tuesday, I'll be flying to Dubai, Persia on a business trip.  I
don't know exactly how long I'll be gone, but I expect it be something more
than two weeks."  He looks disappointed.  "I'm sorry I have to go, but
business is business and I'm hoping to pull so much sperm out of you
tonight that you'll be good till I get back."  He and I crack up and I
shoot a little water out my nose, which cracks us up even more.  "I need a
favor while I'm gone.  Can you come over every few days and check on the
place, take in my mail, and take care of the plants?  I'll program the palm
pad for twenty-four hour access for you before I go."

Kasey responds, "Of course I'll keep an eye on the place, it's not even a
question."

"Thank-you.  As far as having anyone else here with you, I'll trust your
judgment.  But, try not to burn the place down."  I giggle as always.

"Don't worry; the place will be in perfect shape when you get back."

"Oh ya, if you run into a problem, the couple next door will try to help
you out.  They're good people.  I'll let them know you'll be in and out.
We don't want you getting arrested do we?"  We both crack up again.

We finish dinner and I tell Kasey to leave everything, "I'll clean it up
tomorrow since I'm not going to work."  Then I smile shyly and ask, "Would
you like another blowjob?  I have a special cut of a scene from an
execution video that might interest you."

He actually stutters, "Wo... wo... would I?  Sure, I mean, of course, um, yes!"

I start laughing so hard I nearly fall out of my chair, and while at first
embarrassed, Kasey soon joins in.  I hope he doesn't find my replacement
any time soon.

"I'll meet you at the couch."  I get up, go into the study and get the disk
I had in mind.  I slip it into the player and it autostarts.  I get the
remote and pause the playback right after the splash screen.  Kasey is
sitting on the couch.  I tell him, "Can you remove your boxers?  I like to
look too and they get in the way a little.  In turn I'll trade you my bra."
For some reason I'm particularly happy tonight and I giggle like a
schoolgirl.

Kasey stands and slides his boxers down and kicks them off.  Even being a
nerd, Kasey has never been body shy around me.  I turn my back to him and
he unhooks my bra.  I turn around and let it slide off my shoulders and
down my arms revealing my boobies.  Kasey sits down; I kneel between his
legs and take his still soft penis in my hands.  Stroking it gently, I tell
him to start the playback, and then I lower my mouth over his dick, taking
the whole thing into my mouth at the start.  I feel Kasey put down the
remote and then gasp.  Simultaneously, his cock begins rapidly hardening in
my mouth.  I gently lick it all over and start a sliding in and out motion
as if my mouth is a pussy.

Kasey sputters, "Holy smokes, that's you, Cathy!"  I nod, but don't stop
giving head.  The scene he is watching is the scene from Denise's execution
of her and I doing it with the eels in the cave.  He is fully hard and
extended now.  Another plus to his cock's length is I can deep throat it
without needing to suppress my gag response.  I pull out to the head and
lick it all over, a little pre-cum appears and disappears down my throat.
I'm sure getting my protein today.  I slowly slide him in to full depth,
have the very base of my tongue massage the base of his head and then
applying mild suction, I pull back to where his head is just in my mouth.
The tip of my tongue explores the meatus, which is leaking his pre-cum.
Then the cycle starts over again.  Soon, he starts twitching a little and I
hear him quietly say, "Three?!"

Just like Denise, he finds that amazing.  I notice that he's going to cum
again soon.  I pick up the pace a smidgen and prepare for another mouthful
as he shudders and delivers another load of semen to my mouth, perhaps a
bit less than last time, but no less tasty.  I suck him dry and swallow
every drop, as his cock gradually deflates in my mouth.  I let it slip out,
and then cuddle up next to him on the couch and watch the last part of the
scene with him.  Watching it here, I too am astounded that I was able to
fit three of those eels in me without pain.

Most guys lose interest, at least temporarily, after cumming, but as I
observed before, Kasey doesn't.  He doesn't stay hard, and can't get it
back up right away, but his interest remains.  As if to demonstrate that,
his attention on the video persists and he starts fondling my breasts as
soon as they're in range.  He had better be prepared to give me a good
fucking later if he is going to start me up that way.

The scene ends as Denise and I leave the cave and Kasey comments, "Wow,
that was amazing.  There are definitely sides to you I didn't suspect.  By
the way, you said that was from an execution.  Since you are obviously
still with us does that mean..."   He trails off as he detects a wave of
sorrow pass across my face.

I smile at him, a little sadly and answer the unfinished question, "Yes,
the other girl was the victim.  Her name is Denise and she was a good
friend of mine."

"I'm so sorry; I should have been more sensitive.  I know I'd hate to lose
a friend."  Kasey looks a little troubled knowing that he got excited and
even orgasmed into the friend of the victim.

I brighten and say, "Don't worry about it.  I chose the video because I
thought it would turn you on.  Denise did not hate what happened to her.
In fact, the whole event turned out to be a fantasy of hers.  She enjoyed
it right to the end and so did I.  I miss her, but I don't mourn her.  So
be happy.  Hell, I even have a special cut of the whole thing, made just
for me, that I've enjoyed watching.  If you're good, I'll watch it with you
someday."  I giggle my distinctive giggle and tickle him.

He squirms away, grabs my hands to protect him, and then wrestles with me,
`til I allow him to pin me to the couch.  He kisses me, and releases me,
returning to the video for a moment.  "When I saw the third eel make its
way into you, I thought I was going to cum on the spot.  How did it ever
fit?"

I laugh, "If babies can make their way out, it's really not that surprising
those eels could make their way in.  I confess that it was a stretch
though.  But, not much more of a stretch than you provide."

Kasey turns a little red, but can't hide a small expression of pride, "Um,
I hope I'm not too big."

I giggle again and slip my fingers loosely around his cock and reply, "No,
you're not.  To be candid, you fit me better than anyone ever has."

He turns even redder and changing the subject asks, "Could I get something
to drink and it's almost 1930.  There's a show on TV I'd like to see if
that's OK."

I allow him to escape without any more embarrassment.  "Sure, what would
you like?  Also at 2000, I usually watch an anime.  Let's get a little
mindless entertainment in."  He wants a Coke and I get myself an Orange
Soda.   As I come back from the kitchen, I find Kasey has stripped off his
shirt and t-shirt and waits for me naked.  It's nice to have a boyfriend
that's not shy and doesn't think I have to be naked first.  I think about
removing my panties and hose, but choose to keep them on for the time
being.  They're comfortable and Kasey seems to like me this way, or he'd
already made efforts to get them off me.  We huddle together, I slip my
legs under me, and we watch the shows.  Kasey absent-mindedly strokes my
thighs, sometimes gripping my hose and tugging them away from my legs a
tad.  I don't think he even realizes he's doing it, but it confirms my
decision to leave them on.  I lean against him lightly.  We drink our
drinks and make comments about the shows and the typically dumb
advertisements they have in-between.

After the shows are over, I ask him, "What time do you have to be at school
tomorrow?"

"Usually not until 0900, but we are preparing for a school play and I need
to be there by 0800."

"Fine, I'm up around 0600 so we won't even have to change the alarm."

Kasey looks at me and realizes once again that he'll be sleeping with me
tonight.  As though they are his, which for all practical purpose they are,
he places a hand on my breast and while massaging it, says, "I want to
thank-you for everything.  I am as happy as I ever have been."  He blushes
and goes on, "I have to admit I was surprised when mom said I could stay.
Maybe she notices too."

Twisting slightly to aid him make easy contact, I venture, "Perhaps.
Kasey, I once thought that we are a good fit in spite of our age
difference.  I understand now that we are a good fit, period.  Our ages
have nothing to do with it, so I want to thank you too."  I take his head
between my hands and softly, but firmly plant a kiss on his lips.  No
tongue, just a kiss to seal our bonding.  Kasey comprehends the meaning and
returns the kiss in the same way.  I think back to what Nancy said.  Maybe
it is love.

We break off smiling broadly at each other, and like with Denise, there is
no need for a confession.  He knows and I know of our joint ownership, it
doesn't have to be spelled out.

I ask, "How long has it been since you took a bath with a girl?" and
giggle.

He looks thoughtful for a second, "Probably when I was around four or five
with my mom.  I can't ever recall taking a bath with my sisters."

"So it's been a while.  How about taking one with me?"

Laughing a little he says, "Of course, sounds like fun.  Your tub is pretty
big if I recall correctly."

Rising to my feet I say, "Yep, big enough to just about swim in."  With
Kasey in tow, I pad off to my bedroom.  Once there, I slip out of my
pantyhose and suggest he might want to remove my panties.  Grinning, he
slips his hands into my panties and levers them down my legs, while I
giggle at his technique.

We go into the bathroom and he starts showering off while I get the tub
filling with hot water.  I get him to wet me down, and then I sit on the
stool and start soaping up.  I don't like people washing me and Kasey
doesn't offer, reading the signals correctly.  Once we're both soaped up,
we rinse each other off, and then climb into the tub.  My bathtub is one of
the things I like best about my home; it's sixty centimeters deep and
plenty big enough for two people.  When I want them, I can turn water jets
or aerators on.  We splash around a little, I turn the water jets on low,
then sliding between his legs, I lean my back against his chest and we
relax for a good soak.  Or at least I do.  Kasey can't keep his hands off
my breasts, not that I blame him.  I think I have pretty good boobies, if I
do say so myself.  Soon, the warm water even gets Kasey to relax and for
half an hour or so we sit still while the water circulates around us.

Kasey gets a little restless and I suggest we get out.  We step out, grab
some towels and wipe ourselves dry.  Leaving a towel wrapped around my head
to pull more moisture out of my hair, we go into the bedroom.  Not wanting
him to feel awkward for even a moment I crawl into bed and patting it,
invite him to join me, which with alacrity he does.  Lying next to each
other, we chat about various things as we both softly stroke the other's
thigh and abdomen.  Soon, I decide my hair is as dry as the towel is going
to make it, unwrap it and toss it on the floor.  Kasey takes that as a
signal that I'm ready for action, which I am.  He rolls partly on me and
kisses me.  This time it's no bonding kiss, but an I want to boff you kiss.
I am equally willing and my tongue tells him so.  His penis rises speedily
to the occasion

I spread my legs and quietly say, "Why wait?"

He takes the hint and grips my calves, raises my legs into the air and
effortlessly slides his baby maker into me.  My always (nearly) wet furrow
accepts him gratefully and for a few minutes all one can hear are the
sounds from our making love, a nice wet squishy sound.  My vagina is
sending messages of delight to my brain and any other part of me that will
listen.  His pace is such that I know he won't last long, but neither will
I.  I have yet to cum today, but have been excited one way or another since
he came over.  I actually beat him to the punch and orgasm in mid-stroke, I
moan and I feel my glove clamp down on his tool and I squirm and wriggle
under his assault.  He plunges in to full depth and his abdomen caresses my
clitoris, triggering a second orgasm as he withdraws his tool, just to
plunge in again.  I hear myself going, "Oh my... oh my..." followed by more
moaning.  A couple strokes later, he slows with his head just inside the
entrance to my cunt and just as he deliberately slides in, he sighs softly
and I feel him ejaculate into me.  He continues his thrust as he cums in
me, and I feel his spurts hitting different parts of my pussy.  It's a
unique feeling, the warmth being spread into me by his still moving
cockhead.  It's as if he's painting the inside of my vagina with his cum.
It's lovely and another small orgasm overtakes me.  He holds me and kisses
me softly as his penis softens and slips out of me without a sound.  His
semen pools deep in me, his sperm hunting for an egg, which they won't
find.  Now that's what I call a good boff.

We snuggle together, gently running our fingers over each other's body.
Kasey is very slim, but he is well toned and his muscles feel solid.  We
chat a little about Jody and Kane.  They're doing well together and have
been good friends to us; we are becoming known around the school as the
four musketeers.  I wonder what they'd say if they knew one of those
musketeers was old enough to be their mother.  I make up my mind that when
I get back from Dubai, I need to tell Kasey my age.  He's never expressed
curiosity about it, but he should know before we get any more involved.

Kasey props himself up on one elbow and scans my body, smiling a little to
himself and then he goes for my breasts again, running his fingertips over
and around my nipples.  Pleased that he appears up for another round, I
comment, "I noticed that smile, a penny for your thoughts."

He smiles again, more broadly this time, lets his hand drift down toward my
genitals and says, "I was just thinking how nice your body is and how I
have so much fun with it."  I giggle proudly, he looks a little pensive and
continues earnestly, "I've never done it and I don't know how, but I would
like to do something like you did for me earlier."  He colors slightly and
looks shy for a change.

I consider telling him he doesn't need to, that I am fine with what he
already does.  But, something about the way he asks and his look tells me
that he honestly wants to do it.  So, I say, "Thank-you Kasey, I really
appreciate your offer and I will get you started.  The best way to learn is
practice.  Girls like having oral sex done to them as much as boys like
blowjobs."

He grins cheerfully, "Well then, prepare for some enjoyment, cause I sure
loved those blowjobs."

I giggle and reply, "OK.  There are lots of ways to give me oral sex, but
tonight we'll try just one.  I'll lie on my back, spread my legs, bent at
the knees, and put my feet on the bed.  You get in-between my legs with
your head up by my naughty bits.  Then start licking."  I giggle again and
finish, "I mean that.  Lick my inner thighs, and the area around my pussy
as well as the main site.  Let's get into position and I'll give you a few
more pointers.  Don't be worried if things don't go perfectly.  It's only
your first try."

As he moves into position, I bend my legs and spread them widely, another
good reason to be so flexible.  I give him a pillow and suggest he support
his torso on it, it'll help him not tire his neck.  Kasey gets set and I
can feel a light breath on my cunt.  He stares at me, seeing me in a way
he's not before.  "Take your fingers and gently spread my lips open.  When
using your fingers, hand or even tongue down there, always be as gentle as
you can, unless I indicate otherwise.  I have a massive number of nerves in
that area and can be very sensitive."  He does exactly as I say and very
gently spreads my labial lips apart.  "Near the bottom of that slit is the
hole you're quite familiar with, my vagina.  At the top is a hooded looking
bump.  Under that hood is my clitoris.  Be super soft when touching my clit
till you learn what is working best at any one time.  In between is a small
hole where my pee comes out, I'll try not to pee on you."  We both laugh,
breaking the tension somewhat.

"Start by taking a finger and sliding it into my vagina."  I feel Kasey
tentatively introduce one of his fingers into my vagina and push it slowly
in to the third knuckle.  It's not the first time he's had a finger in me,
but it's the first time he's thought about it.  I am wet so it slides in
easily.  He moves it around a bit, exploring with a curious look on his
face.  "How does it feel?" I ask.

"Wow it's so cool.  It's hard to believe my dick actually fits."

"It's pretty elastic and you can feel how wet I am.  Without that
lubricant, your dick would cause me pain instead of pleasure.  Some girls
aren't as wet as I am so keep that in mind."  He nods his understanding and
I go on, "Normally if we're doing this spontaneously, you should approach
my cunt gradually, licking, as I said many other places first, breasts,
thighs, anything.  I'm not like a guy where going straight for the cock
works wonders, usually going straight for the clitoris is a not good idea. 
Tonight however, is different.  I'm already turned on by all of our
previous contact, so I suggest you go ahead and lick my slit.  Start at the
bottom and quickly work your way to my clit.  Last hint, the actual clit is
under the hood so you'll have to find it.  Enough talk, let's see some
action."

Kasey slips his finger out of me and next I feel his tongue start sliding
in-between my labial lips, he starts lapping up some of my secretions and
licks his way up my vulva.  The pressure is about right and I roll my hips
slightly giving him a better angle.  I sigh; I can already tell he's going
to be good at this.  I can't remember the last man that gave me good oral
sex; it was years ago.  Encouraged, Kasey licks a little side to side and
pokes the tip of his tongue just a tiny bit into my urethra.  I'm a little
startled by that, but it feels good, a little strange, but good so I moan a
little as a signal.  He continues upward and his tongue is now licking my
clitoral hood.  I say, "Just a little more pressure."  He presses slightly
harder and starts licking both up and down and side-to-side and my love
button is starting to feel pleasant and as if it was a mini-dick stands up,
just a little, and pokes out from under the hood.  Kasey notices and starts
licking it with the tip of his tongue, as hard as he was doing to the hood.
I jerk away from the sensory overload and comment, as gently as I can, "Too
hard, take it easy on that little guy."

Kasey replies, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"No problem, it takes practice.  The first time I tried to give a blowjob,
I bit the guy."  We both laugh, and then Kasey tries again.  He keeps at it
for maybe half an hour, but he either is too hard, or too light, has the
wrong rhythm or changes his actions at just the wrong time.  I get close a
couple of times, but we don't quite get there.

Finally, he gives up, "I'm really sorry Cathy, but my jaw and tongue have
had it."

Sympathetically I say, "It's fine Kasey, you'll get it right soon and have
me screaming for mercy.  I am pleased you made the effort.  Now come up
here and let me kiss you.  You know you owe me another pounding by that
magnificent tool of yours."  He slithers over my body, rubbing his love
muscle along my leg and thigh.  I can feel it hardening as he moves and I
get some serious pleasure just knowing that the thought of doing me is
enough to get him up.  He kisses me and invites my tongue into his mouth as
he pushes against my inner thigh with his fully inflated invader.  While we
continue French kissing, I maneuver my body so that instead of my thigh,
it's my cunt he hits with one of his pushes.  He is not expecting me to do
that and he has been pretty forceful against my thigh, so his cock plunges
into my vagina right up to the hilt in one stroke.  His eyes pop open and
he starts to apologize, but never gets the chance.  I thrust my pelvis at
him and he comprehends the meaning and starts thrusting in and out a good
deal more vigorously than usual.  If a pounding is what I want, a pounding
is what I get.  It is amazing; my vaginal walls grip his cock and move with
it, allowing it to slide only when they must.  The sensation as his wide-
body weapon lays the pipe to me is incredible.  We thrust at each other
making audible impacts, we moan, make all sorts of squishy noises and pant
like dogs, but don't stop.  I can tell that I'm not going to orgasm this
time, my clit is not in the mood, but the passion of our lovemaking makes
me not care.  My whole body, not just my genitals is enjoying this.
Without warning, he slams into me and abruptly starts filling me with cum. 
I think it caught him by surprise as well.  I wrap my legs around his back
and lock us together as my honeypot is warmed by his semen one more time.

I kiss him softly, thanking him and release him from our lock.  His penis
slides out of me followed by a dribble of cum.  With two loads in me,
there's going to be a wet spot on the bed tonight, but I don't care.  This
is how sex should be.  I cuddle up to him and say, "This is why I like sex
so much with you; it makes my body feel good."

Kasey blushes and responds, "I don't think I've ever had this much fun is
so short a time.  I remember our first time.  I didn't think it could be
better than that.  I was sure wrong.  When does it stop getting better?"

"Silly boy, It doesn't have to, it hasn't for me yet.  We've hardly begun
to explore all the possibilities.  As an example, I have one hole yet you
haven't even touched yet."

Kasey's eyes get big and round, "You mean..."

"Yep, anal sex is fun too, you'll see.  The ways of turning each other on
are almost infinite.  Watch."  As he watches, bug-eyed, I reach down
between my legs, insert a couple fingers into my cunt and scoop out some of
his semen.  I bring the semen, mixed with my own fluids, to my mouth,
insert my fingers, suck, and lick them clean.  His dick twitches and tries
to rise to the occasion.  I playfully tap it and say, "Naughty boy, no more
for you tonight."  Then I look at Kasey and finish, "See what I mean."

He closes his mouth, gulps and answers, "I think so.  I'm even sorrier now
that you're going away."

I giggle, which has definitely become my trademark and say, "Take the time
to put your imagination to work."  I look at the clock, it's 2330.  "It's
time we called it a night.  I'm going to get some water for my nightstand
and I need to visit the bathroom, would you like some water too?"

"Ya, and I gotta go too."

"Go ahead while I'm fetching the water."  I get the water, do my business
and crawl back into bed with Kasey.  It's also been too long since I slept
with someone, Denise was the last and I'm glad the next is Kasey.  I
snuggle up to him and drape an arm over him.  "Good night."

"Good night."  In short order we are both fast asleep.

The alarm goes off at 0600 and I poke Kasey awake.  He looks at me
surprised, then remembers and smiles.  I kiss him and say, "Good morning.
How do you feel?"

"I feel great!" he exclaims.   "You know, this is the first time I've ever
slept with another person.  It's rather nice."

"I'm glad you like it, I do too.  Maybe it's like being back with our
mothers when we were little."  I roll on to my back, slide my hand down to
my privates and start softly playing with them.

Kasey notices, raises his eyebrows slightly, laughs lightly, and comments,
"Don't you ever stop?"

I laugh too, don't stop, but reply, "Well, yes I do, but I do this every
morning.  It reminds me to not take the rest of the day too seriously, so
if you'll shut-up; I have some masturbating to do."  I smile and Kasey, as
expected, doesn't get offended.  He watches me for a while; I close my
eyes, fondle my breast with one hand and work on my clitoris with the
other, occasionally slipping a finger into my vagina to pick-up some lube. 
I feel the bed move a little and crack my eyes open for a look.  Kasey has
lain down and is jerking himself off.  I chuckle and comment, "That's the
way, but for full effect, you can't let yourself cum."  He nods and I
return to my cunt, working myself to the edge of orgasm, letting it fade
and then bringing myself to the edge again.  I peer over at Kasey again and
he is breathing fast and is having trouble restraining himself, then he
takes his hand away and lies there with his eyes closed.  I go into full
stealth mode, silently move my head over his still upright cock, and
swallow it about half way, with maximum friction and suction, moving my
tongue furiously against the bottom of its head.  Kasey's eyes fly open and
about two seconds later, he ejaculates.  He doesn't stand a chance.  I
slurp down his semen and pull off of his cock and smile, "A protein drink
in the morning is good for you."  Looking totally astonished at what I had
just done, he starts laughing so hard I think he is going to have a hernia.
I join in the laughter and we wrestle around on the bed for a few minutes. 
He gets in a couple of good squeezes of my boobs and buttocks before we
rest and I make one attempt to pull his cock off.

Laughing and breathing hard, we lay together for a few more minutes, then I
point out that it's getting toward 0700 and we ought to get up and going.
While Kasey is showering and getting dressed, I pad off to the kitchen and
make us both breakfast.  I also make him the bento I promised.  We chat and
eat, and then I throw on a pair of pants and a top, and grab my sneakers.
He gets his bookbag and we leave.  On the way to school, I tell him I'll
collect his stuff, repack his overnighter and he can pick it up while I am
gone.

I get out of the car in front of his school, looking a little disheveled I
am sure, and go around to his side of the car and kiss him good-bye in
front of the few students that are in early.  I tell him, "Take care of my
place and yourself.  I'll give you a call as soon as I get back."

Kasey responds, "I will.  Have a nice trip.  Bye."  He doesn't even look
flustered at the public display; he is learning quickly.

"Bye-bye."  We wave as he heads off to school and I head home to get ready
for my mission.

Chapter 3 - To Dubai, Persia

I'm home by 0830 and decide to take a little nap.  I doubt I'll sleep worth
a damn tonight so I'll get it in now.  I manage to fall asleep quickly and
sleep `til nearly 1200.  I wake up well rested, do some stretching and then
clean the place up.  Then I make a light lunch for some energy.  I pack
Kasey's stuff and leave his overnight bag just off of the entryway.

Then I start packing my gear.  I take two bags, one to check and a carry
on.  Fortunately, the OSA booked me a first class seat, so the trip will be
relaxing.  Coach isn't bad these days, but there's nothing like first
class, especially on Nippon Aerospace Service (NAS).  From my study closet,
I retrieve my reconnaissance gear, although there is nothing that can't be
used in a normal way if I should be questioned in Dubai.  Only spaceports
nowadays have customs.  My black body stocking that brings back so many
memories is one of the first items to go in.  I don't expect to be using it
this trip, but its special features will make it indispensible if called
for.  I finish loading my check bag with clothes from my bedroom wardrobe,
appropriate for an office lady and the Dubai weather, which will be warm,
at the least.  I fill the carry-on with one day's worth of clothes leaving
space for a few goodies and my laptop.  The aerospace industry still loses
bags.

I log on to the OSA system and spend the rest of the day and evening,
excepting a break for dinner, going over the latest intelligence and
studying the Dubai Spaceport layout.  There isn't much new, but the
spaceport is a challenge.  It looks like someone took a pile of blocks and
randomly scattered them over the site.  Finding the right one is going to
be no joke.  My hotel is well placed, near the beach, shopping and business
districts, but close enough to the majority of warehouses that getting to
them won't be a major chore.  Finally, at 0100, bleary eyed and brain dead,
I give up and go to bed.  I set the alarm for 0745.  I need to leave for
Narita by 0915 to make the 1115 flight.

I try to sleep, but I don't have much luck.  Frankly, I'm more worried
about this mission than I let Nancy know.  Combat mechas are a scary item. 
If they were to use firearms on me there wouldn't be enough of me left to
bury.  One hope is to discover them when they can't use weapons for fear of
exposing themselves, so I better do this right.  They tell me that during
training my recon scores were the highest ever attained.  I trust that
matters in real life.  I doze and dream about my only other recon, only
this time, I'm not rescued and I just stare at my body on the floor.  I
wake up in a sweat, my heart pounding and I shiver as I realize again how a
close run thing it was.  I doze off again only to be trampled by a giant
mecha, who squashes me flat.  Waking again, I go to the kitchen, get some
water, notice it's 0430 and go out back for a while and look up at the
stars.  They're gorgeous this time of year.  It's rather cold out to be in
my birthday suit and in a few minutes, my nipples tell me so.  It calms me
down anyway and when I return to bed, I'm finally able to sleep.

At 0745, the alarm wakes me.  I rise and shine, then pad off to the
bathroom and take a shower.  I eat a light breakfast and do a last check on
anything from the OSA, nothing.  I pack the laptop away and start getting
dressed for the flight.  Since I'm going first class, I won't need to worry
about comfort.  Each position is individually climate controlled.  But, I
feel like wearing hose today.  So, I slip into my favorite set of white bra
and hipster panties, and add a pair of tan colored pantyhose that closely
matches my skin color.  A white turtleneck crop-top and a pair of khaki
hiking shorts complete the ensemble.  I grab my medium-heel white sandals;
my sneakers are already packed.  I pack my purse with essentials so it's
easy to get what I want.  I sling it over my shoulder and exit my home.  I
program the palm pad to let Kasey in anytime and go next door to let the
neighbors know I'll be gone.  The husband is there and he eyes me with
pleasure.  I tell him I'll be gone awhile and that Kasey will be visiting
my home.  Then I turn and pulling my luggage along, head for my car.  I can
feel his eyes on my butt, and I sway my hips a little.  I load the luggage
in the trunk, and travel to Narita.

I arrive at Narita Jetport at about 1005, check my bag and head for the
bar.  Flying is safe, but still not my favorite thing to do.  It'll take
seven hours and fifty minutes from takeoff to landing.  With the five-hour
time difference, I'll be arriving at 1405 Dubai time, which will give me
plenty of time to check-in the hotel and maybe do a quick run to the
shopping district.  Dubai has some of the most exotic stuff to be found
anywhere.  I plop down on a bar stool and get a double Manhattan, which I
sip waiting for my flight to be called.  Right at 1045, I hear `NAS Flight
5099 to Dubai is ready for boarding'.  I finish my drink, stop by a
magazine stand and pick-up some light reading and board the ramjet.  I'm
led to my seat by one of the most attractive women I've ever seen.  That's
one of the advantages to first class.  She's wearing a skirt that's about
two centimeters decent and gives me a smile after I pat her butt, another
advantage to first class.  I am seated in a single chair with a seventy-
five-centimeter aisle all the way around it.  The stewardess lowers the
safety gear; much like that found on roller coasters and wishes me a
pleasant flight.  She walks away, hose free and barefoot.  The aerolines
have found that bare feet give the best purchase on the floor and have long
since abandoned trying to get their attendants to wear hose or shoes, in
the interests of safety, of course.  The stewards on board are as handsome
as she is stunning.  They wear shorts and also go barefoot.  It's going to
be an easy-on-the-eyes journey.

At 1115, right on time, we pushback from the jetway and five minutes later
we're airborne.  The jet climbs steeply and about ten minutes after
takeoff, the ramjets kick in and I'm pressed into my seat.  Just as the
view out my window starts turning dark, we level off, the safety harness
retracts and I can get up and go to the bathroom, which is my first
priority.  I return and kick off my sandals and partly recline the seat,
wiggling my toesies.  The stewardess returns and asks if I'd like a drink
and since we've got another seven hours to go, I get another Manhattan.
She returns and chats with me for a while; she can tell I'm a little
nervous, the earth looks a long way down and I can see a slight curve to
it.  I reach out and slip my hand between her legs, stroking the soft
inside of her thigh.  Just like my work, she doesn't have to let me, but as
it appears to calm me down, she doesn't object.  She chats about her home
base, which is in Rome and how she loves the view while I am thankful she
distracts me.  Maybe twenty or so minutes later, she is called away to help
another passenger assuring me she'll check on me again.  My little
dalliance has relaxed me, along with the alcohol and I drift off to sleep,
the faint roar of the engines in my ears.

I sleep about four hours and I am awakened by the smell of something nice. 
Lunch is being served and I order a couple hamburgers along with French
fries and a milkshake.  I leaf through the fashion magazine I bought while
munching the meal.  It's not bad, for aeroline food.  There are some
interesting outfits in the magazine, a couple of which are available only
in Dubai.  I think I'll try to get one of them; it's different, attractive,
not too expensive and it should knock Kasey's socks off.  I watch a few
programs on the view screen, and then the stewardess returns and secures
the safety hardness again, the landing process is about to start.  I thank
her for putting up with me.  She flashes me a winning smile and says that
it was her pleasure, then winks.  Soon after the craft angles down steeply,
the ramjets cut off and our approach to Dubai begins.  We land right on
time, 1405 local time.  I clear customs with no trouble and catch a cab to
my hotel.  It's thirty-four degrees and I'm thankful it's not July, it's
hot enough as it is.  The advanced fabric of my hose wicks the moisture
swiftly from my skin, my legs are cool if nothing else.  About fifteen
minutes later the cab arrives at the hotel.

The hotel looks just right, not too upscale, but properly classy.  I check-
in, a local kid gets my bags and we take the elevator to the third floor,
room 321.  I tip the boy, not that way you pervert, and proceed to check
out the room.  It's nice.  It has two double beds, a nice TV, a desk and a
small fridge.  There's a balcony with an awning overlooking the sea and a
bathroom with a shower, but no tub.  Well, water is precious here.  I step
out on the balcony and give the area an once-over.  The beach looks
inviting.  I brought my swimsuit and if I get a chance, I'm going to use
it, though from what I see, I'll be overdressed.  Nobody is in the raw, but
many are mighty close.  I go in, strip out of my clothes and lie on the bed
for a short while, recovering from the flight.  I rest until it's about
1700, then decide to go check out the shopping.  I may be here on a
mission, but it doesn't mean I can't have some fun too.  I'll do a sweep
through one group of the warehouses later in the evening.

I slip my panties back on, get my white mini-length sundress out and slip
on white low-heel sandals.  No bra as the dress has one.  I check my make-
up, and then go downstairs and head for the main shopping area.  It's a bit
of a walk, but the temperature has fallen to around thirty and I decide to
go ahead and walk.  I want to start getting the lay of the land as well.
The city is beautiful, very modern looking with clean lines to the
buildings and everything seems to be white or mirrored glass.  The palms
lining the roads provide a decent amount of shade and I notice that there
are parks everywhere, many with fountains.  I stop at one and sit on the
edge, take off my sandals and splash my feet in the water.  There are kids
everywhere here, playing on the swings, jungle-jim and other assorted
playground items.  I can't restrain myself and grab an uneven parallel bar
and hike myself up and sit on the bar watching the people go by and the
kids running around.  A few older kids seem to be here with their siblings
and before leaving, I give them a little thrill.  I hook the back of my
knees around the bar and hang upside down for a few seconds.  Of course, my
dress falls up, revealing my panties.  I giggle a little to myself and then
backflip to the ground.  As I straighten up, I notice a few of the boys
looking my way.  I smile at them and continue my walk.  That'll give them
something to talk about for a while.

It takes almost an hour to get where I'm going, but I get to the main
shopping district and start window-shopping.  I spend a good couple hours
going from store to store, looking in the windows, occasionally going in,
and trying on outfits, perusing souvenirs and other items to be found only
in Dubai.  I find the outfit I was looking for, a few items to take back
for the crew at work and one `special' toy, the like I've not seen before,
not even at Sexland.  I stop in one of the restaurants serving local
cuisine and eat dinner, then with my booty, take a cab back to the hotel,
arriving at about 2130.  In my room, I put away the goodies and change to
khaki colored t-shirt and shorts and a pair of rubber soled flat sandals.
Out I go to give the nearby warehouses a once over.  After another hour of
strolling around, I realize finding even a group of warehouses to focus on
is going to be tough.  They all look legitimate and they probably are.
There are hundreds in the vicinity of the spaceport, let alone the ones
scattered further around the city.  It's likely the one I'm interested in
will be close to the spaceport as there would be less chance of an
accidental exposure of the mechas, but even so, it's going to be like
looking for a needle in a haystack.  I return to the hotel and at 2300 I
take a shower and leaving the doors to the balcony open for a breeze, I hit
the sack.

I spend the next couple days exploring Dubai, looking for anything that
might indicate an area that is not subject to normal scrutiny by the
authorities.  It's well known that a fair amount of smuggling goes on.
Offworld jewels and other small, high-value items, to avoid a rather stiff
duty and illegal drugs are especially common items.  So far, no luck.  My
nightly patrols in and through various warehouse areas have turned up
nothing either.  With no local contacts to help guide me and the OSA
keeping a low profile, it looks like it could take months before I come up
with any leads.  I don't think I have that long.

Chapter 4 - Mary II

On my fourth day in Dubai, my luck turns, in a good way.  I am strolling
down a narrow street in an out of the way area of town when I notice a
woman coming out of a building a little ahead of me.  She's wearing a hot
pink teeny tiny bikini top and bottom with a matching cover-up, along with
high-heel sandals.  Holy smokes!  It's Mary.  As she gets to the bottom of
the steps, she turns and walks away from me.  She hasn't seen me.  I
hesitate, thinking about ducking into an alley between a couple buildings,
then change my mind and call out, "Mary!"

She stops, turns around, obviously surprised and starts walking my way,
"Hello Cathy, fancy meeting you here."  She gets to me and hugs me while
whispering in my ear, "What the hell are you doing here.  You guys aren't
after me again, are you?"

Pulling away slightly I say, "Nice to see you again, Mary.  Is there
anywhere around here where we can get a drink, talk, and not be bothered?
I'll buy."

She studies my face a moment, then says, "Sure, come with me."

I don't know whether to trust her, but a familiar face has cheered me up
and based on her previous experience, I don't think she wants to mess with
the OSA.  Even if she doesn't know their name, she's aware of their
capabilities.  We walk quietly a block and a half or so, and then she
enters a small nondescript café.  At the moment, we're the only people and
the guy behind the counter nods to Mary as we take a table in a corner
opposite the doorway.  He comes over and takes our order.  I get a Coke and
Mary orders a beer.  After he leaves our drinks, Mary takes a good chug of
hers and inspects me in my khakis.  I venture, "Don't breathe too hard or
you'll come out of that top."

Mary's beer tries to come out her nose as she starts laughing hard, her
boobs jiggling.  I giggle and say, "It really is good to see you, although
I didn't expect to run across you here.  I thought you were based in the
States."

Getting herself under control she replies, "I was, but times change.  A
spaceport is a good place to pick up work."  Looking at me intently, "I
would still like to know how you found me and why you are here."

I giggle again and answer, "It is truly by accident, I wasn't looking for
you, but that pink is hard to ignore.  I'm here on business.  I work for an
expediting firm based in Tokyo."

Mary is no fool and inquires, "Is the business for them?"

I look at her soberly, contemplate my answer and its ramifications, all in
a fraction of a second, "No," I answer.

"For the others?"

"Yes."

"Will you tell me anything?"

"Not here.  Come have dinner with me.  Then join me in my hotel room, and
I'll fill you in on everything I can.  I don't think you're working against
us here."

She raises her eyebrows, and answers, "OK.  I know this lovely little place
right on the beach.  Has the best Persian food in Dubai.  I'll meet you at
your hotel at 1900, if that's OK."

I reply, "Works for me, I'm staying at the Biltmore Plaza Hotel.  I'll be
waiting."  Without another word, she nods, gets up and leaves.  I pay the
bill and shortly follow her out the door.  She is nowhere in sight when I
exit the café.  Well, I shouldn't be surprised, she's one of the best
smugglers around and I assume she isn't at a spaceport to get honest work.

It's already 1600, so I catch a cab back to the hotel; take a shower and a
short nap.  I wake up at 1830 and decide to dress for the dinner.  I put on
my black panties, black very sheer pantyhose, a navy blue and white print
sundress, just above knee length, no bra, and a pair of white medium-heel
ankle strap sandals.  I add a little blue eyeshadow and crème colored
lipstick and I'm in the lobby at 1855.  I wonder a little if she will
actually show up, then at 1905 in she walks.  I always thought she was
pretty and she's dressed to show it off.  A pale pink translucent floor
length shift of some very soft fabric is her dress and she looks marvelous
in it.  I can faintly see a bra and panty set under it and she's in white
strappy high-heels.  I get up and greet her, "You look fantastic.  I feel
underdressed."

She smiles and says, "You're more than fine.  You look really good and are
not underdressed.  It'll be perfect for where we are going.  There's no
air-conditioning."  We walk together out to her car, a ruby red Porsche
with the top down.  We hop in, she pulls out into traffic and we head for
the restaurant.  She pulls onto the coast road and heads northwest along
the water.  After a while, she reaches over and brushes her hand over my
thigh. I peer around, the traffic is light, and so I hike my dress up and
give her better access.  Still stroking my leg, she chuckles and comments,
"Maybe we can finish what we started later."

"Maybe."

Somewhere around eight kilometers out of town, we reach the restaurant.  No
neon lights, hardly an outside light at all, but the parking lot is full
and the Porsche is a medium quality car in the lot.  We park and arm-in-arm
enter the restaurant.  The maître-de greets Mary and me and leads us to a
raised table with an ocean view.  We order drinks, I get my standard
Manhattan and Mary gets something I've never heard of, Raki.  I take a sip
and find it tasty.  We chat and sip our drinks, then order Lamb Kabobs that
have some vegetables I'm not familiar with but are good and a Gorbeh-mahi-
e-khaki filet, some sort of fish, also tasty.  While eating I tell her
about my mission, all except for the OSA part.  She distracts me a little
by pulling her dress up giving me a lot of thigh while cleverly hiding it
from the rest of the diners.  Without much comment from her, we finish our
meal.  Mary suggests we take a little walk on the beach to settle our food
and I point out I am wearing pantyhose and don't think they'll mix well
with sand.

"So, take them off, there's a ladies room here."

"OK."  I go to the powder room, remove my hose, and put them in my purse,
ignoring the looks from some of the ladies entering.  I check my make-up
and meet Mary at the entrance.  Taking off our shoes, we carry them while
walking.  The slight ocean spray and the sand between my toes is nice.

After a few minutes Mary says, "I don't think these combat mechas are a
good thing.  They have the potential of seriously messing up my business." 
We walk some more and just as we turn back, Mary states, "I'll help you
find them if they are here.  Whomever you work for has to be better than
them getting loose.  However, once they are found, you are on your own
again.  My doctor says I can't let bullets enter my body."

We both crack up at that, but I know Mary is serious.  She'll help me find
them and then it'll be up to me, which is more than I could have hoped for.
"Thank-you, Mary, again."

She smiles at me, then opens her purse and pulls out a cell.  Asking me to
wait, she moves away and I can see her talking with someone animatedly.
Waving at me to rejoin her she says, "I've put out the word to report
anything that may be a little smelly.  Let's see what they find out."  We
turn and head for the parking lot and get in her car.  She hardly says a
word all the way back to the hotel; she's all business.  She stops in
front, but doesn't make a move to get out.

I wave at the valet, turn back and say, "Would you like to come up to my
room for a nightcap.  I bought a toy here I'm not sure how to use, and
maybe you could help me."

She stares at me, then laughs and says, "Why not.  Cathy, you have one of
the most one-track minds I've ever run across."

I counter, "It's not a one-track mind, it's only one-track at a time.
There's nothing we can do about my business here right now, so I think we
should switch tracks."  I giggle and hold out my hand.  Mary climbs out of
her Porsche and tosses the valet her keys, takes my hand and we go to my
room.

I lock the door and slide the door to the balcony open.  When I turn
around, Mary is right there.  She takes me in her arms and kisses me,
putting her tongue in my mouth, no questions asked.  Still kissing me, she
reaches down, pulls my dress up and cups my buns in her hands.  I know who
is in charge now.  I pull away, walk over and stand next to the bed.  I
bend down and unstrap my sandals, step out of them, reach back to unzip my
dress, and let it fall to the ground around my feet.  I hook my fingers in
the waistband of my panties and remove them as well.  Standing there in the
altogether, I laugh softly and ask, "Is this the way you want me?"

Moving toward me, chuckling, she answers as she slips a finger into my
slit, "Yes.  Now, move your feet apart."  I do as I am told and she slides
her finger down the slit, dips it into my vagina, spreads my juice over my
clitoris and starts massaging my love button.  "You always were easy.  I'm
sorry I don't have my feathers with me tonight."  Then back into my vagina
her finger goes, deeper this time, hooking around and giving my g-spot a
touch.

I hold my arms at my side, knowing I am her bitch tonight.  I suck my
breath in sharply when she hits my g-spot and swivel my mound forward a
little.  She's still completely dressed, right down to her shoes and shows
no sign of taking anything off.  She continues finger fucking me, stopping
to massage the g-spot once in awhile.  Without touching any other part of
me, she brings me to orgasm in a few minutes.  I spasm, moan and thrust
against her hand.  Immediately she resumes finger fucking me, then asks,
"How did you like it?"

Still not attempting to touch her, as somehow I know she doesn't want me
to, I reply, panting, "It was great!  You have the touch and..."  Then
using her thumb on my clitoris and her forefinger on my g-spot she gets me
to cum again, in midsentence.  "Oh my, oh my..."  I feel my knees getting
weak.  If she makes me cum again, I'll fall to the floor and she doesn't
show signs of stopping as she resumes the in and out with her finger again.

She starts fondling a breast, and after a bit of that without my clit or g-
spot being attacked, just as I'm calming a little, she whispers in my ear,
"You know, I used the dildo of death on a girl from here, not two days ago.
You were already here when it happened.  I stayed and watched this time.  I
timed it, three minutes and fifteen seconds from the time I slid it in her
till it triggered and shot the dart into her heart.  Then I watched her
squirm and die.  It was very arousing."  I orgasm just as she said `die',
then collapse on the floor, gasping for breath.  I look up at her in
amazement, we have no emotional attachment at all, but she has complete
control over me.  I find out how much when I hear her ask, "Would you like
me to use the dildo of death on you?"

My heart starts racing and pounding and I'm frightened.  However, I cannot
lie to her.  "If you want to," I stammer.

Smiling and leaving me there, she turns, picks up her purse, opens it and
pulls out the dildo of death.  I know it only too well.  She orders me,
"Get up on the bed, lie on your back, put your hands behind your head, then
bend and spread your legs."

I do exactly as she says and lay there, my hands behind my head, which
thrusts out my breasts and my legs spread with my cunt open to her.
Ignoring her intended victim for the moment, knowing I won't run away, Mary
kneels and removes her shoes, and then grasping the hem of her dress she
stands up, pulls it over her head and discards it.  In her pale pink bra
and panties, she picks up the dildo of death and climbs onto the bed,
moving in-between my legs.  I'm panting fast and my heart is thumping.
What am I permitting?  Why am I permitting it?  I watch as she moves the
dildo of death nearer and nearer to my cunt.  I feel the head touch my
opening, the entrance to my honeypot.  She stops for a moment.  I switch my
gaze to her face; she smiles at me wickedly then asks, "Should I continue?"
I can't help myself, knowing this could be my doom, and nod my head, then
return to watching the dildo of death.  I watch and feel it slowly slide
into my vagina, centimeter by centimeter.  I find myself cumming when it is
about half way in me, twitching around and gripping my invader as it
absorbs some of my excretions, once again.  Finally it is fully seated in
me; I see her thumb move to the switch.  Oh my god!  She is going to do it!
Once the switch is pressed, there will be no going back.  Again she looks
at me with that smile and asks, "May I?"

I have no will to resist; I already know how good the end will be.  My
heart is in my throat, but I look at her as calmly as I can and clearly
say, "Yes."  Her thumb starts to depress the switch and I'm so unnerved and
turned on at the same time I know I won't last even as long as the girl
did.  At that instant her thumb slides off the switch, she removes the
dildo of death from me and replaces it in her purse.  I'm going to live!
I'm so relieved I nearly pee myself, but I'm also aware of a twinge of
disappointment.  

Looking back at me she says, "We don't want any accidents."

I respond, quite seriously, "No, no accidents.  Someday I may want it not
to be an accident."

Mary smiles, gently now and comments, "I know.  You half wanted me to do
it, maybe more.  But, now is not the time.  Maybe never, I need a reason to
use it and I think you are too valuable alive."  She winks, "This is the
first time my little buddy has soaked up fluid from the same woman twice.
By the way, you can move now."  I realize I am still lying there with my
legs spread and my hands behind my head.  I laugh, a little nervously, and
Mary laughs too.  I pull my hands out from behind my head, but leaving my
legs spread, I prop myself up on my elbows.

Mary smiles a friendly smile as she sees my cunt is still open to her.  She
realizes than I was more turned on than frightened by the possibility of
her killing me.  I am braver than she thought.  She asks, "Should I remove
my bra and panty?"

A little back in control, I say, "No, I'll take them off for you," and sit
up cross-legged.

She gets on the bed and turns her back offering her bra strap.  I unhook
it, then lean forward and pull it off her globes, her big globes.  Only
Denise of the people I know had such large ones.  Perfect shape they are
also, they hang some, but are pretty perky for their size.  She lies down;
I grip her waistband and pull her panty, Mary lifting her butt, off her.
We snuggle together for a while as I recover from earlier.  I check her
slit and it's as wet as mine is. Mary observes, "It might sound wrong, but
when I do someone with the dildo of death, I get amazingly turned on.  If I
actually watch, which I usually don't, I can orgasm without touching
myself, especially if the girl resists its molestation for a while.  I tell
them that if they can resist for ten minutes, the dildo of death will stop.
Some of them have lasted more than six minutes."

Still sitting cross-legged, while Mary is on her back, albeit with her legs
together, I take the chance to fondle her bazoomas.  I pinch her nipples
and sink my hand into those soft mounds.  I lean over and take a nipple in
my mouth and play with it as it gets hard.  I squeeze her other breast,
hard, but Mary doesn't mind, she likes them squeezed.  I playfully tickle
her and the match begins, we wrestle until we stop from being sweaty and
tired.  It's a draw; I think Mary is astonished I am able to hold my own.
We lay together a short while catching our breaths and then the two of us
walk out on to the balcony and survey the beach, ocean and sky.  It looks
like an interstellar freighter is arriving.  We watch it land.  It's
immense, nearly two kilometers in diameter.  I can see how you could hide a
lot of things in its hold.  Soon after it lands, Mary asks, "Where is this
toy of yours?  It should be interesting if you can't figure it out."

We go back in and from my large bag I get the device.  I hand it to Mary
and she looks it over.  It's `L' shaped, but has a large bulb with a little
crook on the short bar of the `L' with the long bar of the `L' gradually
narrowing and ending in a pretty realistic penis head shape.  The long side
is fifteen centimeters long and the short side is ten centimeters long.
Part way down the long arm is scooped out and has a little bulge.  It's
easy to see where the long side could go, either a pussy or a butt since,
at its biggest it's only four centimeters wide, but is the short side just
some fancy handle or what?  Mary asks, "I think I know how this works, but
you wouldn't happen to have any lube would you?"

"It just so happens, I do.  I found the best stuff ever back in Tokyo and
brought a little with me."  I dig it out and put the small jar on the night
stand.  Mary lays the toy next to it and we clamber onto the bed.

Mary senses that I don't want to use the item right away; my experience
with her toy is too fresh.  Instead she strokes my belly, while suckling on
my nipple, as if she was trying to get milk from me.  That's new to me.
People beyond count have nipped, licked, sucked and otherwise played with
my nipples, but Mary isn't playing, it feels like she really is trying to
extract milk.  The sensation is freaky, but enticing and I'm soon breathing
deeper and wishing I could provide her what she wants.  I softly stroke her
back and enjoy my treatment.  Her hand explores my tummy, just her
fingertips touching and occasionally dipping into my bellybutton, which
also provides delightful feelings.  My pussy is slick, I am sure, and is
beginning to want something in it.  Her hand leaves off from my stomach;
her mouth finally abandons my nipple; I sigh wistfully.  She moves her lips
to my lips and her hand fondles my breast, gently, carefully pressing it
down as if to flatten it.  Then rotating her palm in small circles, she
stretches my breast enough to fit the bill of providing another unique
sensation.  We kiss, mostly closed mouth, with a few tongue tip touches.
The whole package is singular and actively turns me on.  Mary pulls back
and looks at my contented face and smiles.  "If you ever find you'd like to
try the dark side, Cathy, be sure to look me up."

Sincerely I reply, "Thank-you Mary, I will.  But, don't hold your breath." 
Then I giggle and lightly tweak one of Mary's nipples.

She laughs in return, then gets the toy from the nightstand and starts
applying lube to both ends.  I watch curiously as she gets on her knees and
shoves the bulb into her vagina.  When she takes her hand away, it looks
just like she has a dick growing out of her cunt.  So, that's what that is
for.  How neat.  Being especially considerate, she says, "If you don't mind
I'd like to do you up the ass."

I somehow feel I cannot refuse Mary anything tonight so I reply by rolling
on to my stomach and leaving my torso on the bed, I lift my rear into the
air and spread my legs.  I feel my ass cheeks move apart, providing a good
target.  Without another word, Mary moves behind me, applies a little
lubricant to my anus and slowly, tenderly propels her new penis into my
rectum.  I'm relaxed and it slides in smoothly, distending my anus an
extent that is most pleasurable.  Once fully inserted, she starts to thrust
in and out, a slow, steady pace.  My rectum walls grip and transmit the
feel of the probe, a very delightful sensation.  I feel a finger penetrate
my slit, locate my clit and start softly massaging it.  I thrust back at
her and she gasps, "The bulb doesn't only hold it in place, it rubs my g-
spot.  What a nice little toy."  She continues thrusting and we both start
panting and softly moaning.  As she is about to cum, she tweaks my love-
button harder, triggering a quality orgasm in me in sync with her own.  She
lies down and breathing deeply comments, "That was fun."

I laugh, seeing her looking like she has a cock and agree, "It was, I like
being done in the butt, and you have a nice cock."

Chuckling, she looks down, then removes the toy and returns it to the
nightstand.  "I've got to get me one of those."

We cuddle for a while and fall asleep in each other's arms.

It's about 0900 when I wake up.  Mary is on the balcony, naked, talking
with someone on her cell.  She finishes and comes back in.  "You're awake,
good morning.  I've made several more calls this morning, and so far
nothing.  That's not surprising since if they were easy to find, the local
authorities would have already busted them.  I suggest we spend the day on
the beach, getting in a little swimming and generally relaxing.  We won't
be able to add much to the coverage and if anyone has any suspicions about
you, lying on the beach will take their mind off them."

I think about it and agree, "OK, you have a point.  But, what are you going
to wear?  You can't go like that and I only brought one swimsuit."

She laughs and reaches into her purse and brings out that pink getup, which
could probably fit in a matchbox.  She puts it on and says, "Ta, da.  I'm
good to go.  We can check out some beach gear from the desk and go work on
our tans.  The people in Japan will be jealous when you get back."

I sigh, "I'm not sure that's much better.   But, I like the idea of the
beach.  Can we get something to eat there?"  I get my suit out and Mary
looks shocked.

"You're going to wear that?  Don't you have anything else?  Only old people
wear one-piece suits."

"It's the only swimsuit I own, I like it.  Wait, you'll see, it looks good
on me."  I put it on and strike a pose.

Mary eyeballs me, then admits, "You're right, it does look good on you, it
draws the eyes to just the right places.  But still, how are you supposed
to get a tan in it."

"God, you make it sound like it's a school swimsuit.  There's enough of me
exposed.  I'll tan just fine."

We eventually quit bickering.  I put my walking sandals on, a white cover-
up top and get my purse.  All Mary has is her purse.  She leaves her
evening clothes in the room and we go down to the desk and pick-up a beach
goer's package.  It includes an umbrella, a couple of beach towels, a
couple regular towels, some tanning oil and a small cooler.  On the way to
the beach we get a couple of tacos for breakfast and fill the cooler with
drinks.  We spend the day at the beach, swimming in the warm ocean water,
chatting about nothing mostly, drinking, eating and generally having a good
time.  She regales me with stories of her smuggling adventures, largely
untrue I suspect, and we oil each other up.  She insists on oiling my butt
and boobs, although they don't need it and I do the same and hers do.

She gets a few calls during the day, but none relate to me.  She does not
seem disturbed.  I figure that if she doesn't let it bother her, neither
should I.  I relax and enjoy myself.  At about 1700 as the sun starts
setting, she gets a call of interest.  "Someone is watching you, Cathy, but
is not being very careful about it.  My guy thinks it's not a specific
interest; they are just keeping an eye on people without specific doings
here.  It costs a fortune to do that as they have to cover a ton of people
to do it and it makes them sloppy.  I've had a tail put on him and she
won't be detected.  Let's have dinner sent up to your room; I'm not really
dressed for indoors."

I agree and we go back to the hotel and have dinner while speculating over
what may be discovered.  Around 1900, Mary gets into her evening clothes
and departs, promising to let me know as soon as she finds out anything.
She makes me promise not to freelance and to stay in my hotel room the next
day.  I figure I'm not in serious time pressure yet.  I take a shower,
watch some TV and again with the balcony door open get a good night's
sleep.  It was a fun day, with zero stress.

Chapter 5 - I Find the Mecha and It Finds Me

That ends next day.  I spend the whole day cooped up in my room, watching
TV, surfing the net and being bored out of my skull.  Finally around 1830,
just as I am about to order dinner, Mary calls.  "We have narrowed down the
location to one of four warehouses.  Meet me at 2300 at the beach in back
of your hotel.  In camouflage."

At 2250, using the stairway, I successfully get out of the hotel and make
it to my rendezvous on time.  Mary, also in camo is waiting, in a Jeep.  I
get in and discover the Jeep is absolutely silent.  Mary smiles at my
questioning look, "Specially altered.  I need to be able to move fast and
silently sometimes."  We move out toward our first target.

We meet two of her cohorts, who are both women, and splitting up to
surround the warehouse, we start examining the area and the building as
closely as we can without breaking in.  Nothing.  We all pile into the Jeep
and head for warehouse number two.  Upon arriving we search the area again.
I'm in full recon mode and can see things the others can't.  As I round one
corner of the building, I detect a hidden door and some impressions in the
ground that only a mecha could make.  In sunlight I think they would be
invisible and they're almost so now, but I am sure.  We meet at the Jeep
and as the others shake their heads negatively, I say, "This is the place."

Mary raises her eyebrows and asks, "How do you know?  I saw nothing
different than the first warehouse."  I say nothing, not wishing to reveal
my talents.  "OK, I understand," Mary observes.  "I'll cancel the search
and lay low; I've been a little too visible the last couple days."  The
other two fade into the darkness and Mary takes me back to the back of the
hotel.  She kisses me and says, "It's been an interesting couple of days.
Good luck, you are going to need it."

"Thanks for your help.  Good luck yourself."  She waves and drives off into
the night.  I sneak back to my room.  It's 0200 and the area is empty of
people.  I take a shower and go to bed.  Surprisingly I fall right asleep. 
I guess I got over my willies back in Tokyo.

I wake up a little before 1000 and start planning my assault, such as it
is.  There's no point in my going out today.  Assuming I wasn't seen last
night, that will make three days that I won't have left the environs of the
hotel, which may convince them I'm no problem.  I'll have to find a way
into the warehouse and my guess is the hidden door is my best bet.  If not
that, I'll have to try the roof.  The plans I have on my laptop show a
couple openings I could fit through, but they probably have sensors.  I
decide to bring the one gadget I have, it emits an electromagnetic wave
intended to disable movement sensors without it looking like they are
disabled on the other end.  I eat well, stocking up on energy and get a nap
in during the early evening.  Then at 2300 I start getting dressed for the
infiltration.  I hadn't expected to need it, but I decide that my black
body stocking, and cap along with thin rubber soled boots will be my best
outfit.  The stocking reflects zero light, is super thin and the outside is
nearly frictionless.  I slip into the stocking and smooth it into place.
It forms itself to all my body parts, as if it is a second skin.  Covering
my power blue hair with the cap and strapping on the boots, I am ready to
go.  The only item I take is my sensor disabling device.  Nothing else, no
weapons, no communicator, nothing.  The body stocking turns my body into an
all purpose sensor, as do any of the garments issued me by the OSA, so the
OSA will be getting full data on anything I hear, see or touch.  I know
that, to keep security, it will take them at least twenty-four hours to get
anyone on-site and seventy-two to call in a military assault if they must. 
I'm plenty anxious as these guys aren't simple smugglers like Mary; they're
killers out to take over and I'm a bit too far out of reach for my comfort.
At midnight I leave the hotel.  Dressed as I am, I'm certain no one
detected me.  It takes me about an hour to get to the warehouse, I see only
a few people on the way and they're easily avoided.

Carefully approaching the warehouse, I move to where the hidden door is.
All signs of mecha footprints are gone, but the door is still there.
Examining it closely I do not detect any means of getting it open without
making some noise, so I fall back on plan two.  Slowly circling the
building I look for a way up.  Just around the corner from the hidden door
is a garbage bin, well away from other entrances.  I climb on top and look
for a way to the roof.  I don't immediately see one, but just above me is
what looks like a ventilator exit.  I think I can jump, catch the frame,
then climb to the top of the frame and jumping again catch the edge of the
roof.  I jump, miss the frame, but manage to land not too heavily on the
bin.  I crouch and listen for awhile, hoping no one heard.  All I hear are
the sounds of silence.  I leap again, with more force and grab the frame
and pull myself up.  I notice the screen over the shaft has fallen in and
decide on another change of plan.  Activating the sensor disabler, I stick
it to outside of the frame on the off chance there are sensors.  With my
small frame, I can fit in the ducting, so I shimmy in and start slithering
along the duct looking for a way out.  My breasts are flat against the
duct, getting a massage as I pass over the joints.  After turning right at
a tee intersection and left at a four way intersection, I see some light
coming through a grill a few meters ahead.  I also hear some voices.
Slowly, not making a sound, I slide up to the grill and peep into the room
below.  There are five people in the room, three men and two women.

Back at OSA in Japan, the monitors start displaying interesting information
and the on-duty officer calls in the mission team.  Within a few minutes,
the other five members arrive and start discussing what to do, while
examining the continuing flow of data from their agent.

I listen to them talking and get an earful.  There's going to be a
freighter coming in five days bringing two more mechas, which will give
them ten total.  Then the mechas will be distributed, two to a geographical
area and the attacks will begin.  Looks like I am none too early.  I still
can't be sure the other eight are in this warehouse as they also speak
about supplies and other weaponry they have stored somewhere.  As I'm
digesting the information and thinking about what to do next, the ducting
snaps at the junction with the grill and I slide out, landing right in the
middle of the table.  I don't know who is surprised more, me or them, but I
recover first.  Excusing myself, I bound over them and out the door,
slamming it behind me.  I end up on a catwalk well above the warehouse
floor.  A little to the right of me is a ladder and, in an instant I decide
I'll be better off on the floor, which is very dimly lit, than where I am. 
With various size crates scattered around and piled up, there are numerous
hiding places as well.  Just as the door opens, I jump to the ladder and
slide down it, landing heavily, but safely on the floor.  As I dash in-
between a pair of crates and out of direct eyesight of the people, the main
lights come on.  Now, I am in trouble.  But, going into full recon mode, I
sense a cave-like jumble of crates not far, with a covered path.  I quickly
move there and freeze, knowing in my body stocking and the darkness
provided I am hard to see if I don't move.  I still need to confirm the
existence of mechas here before I can try to get out and I start scanning
the area, noting several crates fully large enough to hold a mecha.  How to
open one without getting captured is my latest problem, although that is
about to be solved.  Four of the five people are on the floor searching for
me and I notice one speak into a headset he is wearing.

I feel a thump on the floor and from around a corner a mecha steps out into
the open.  I'm guessing it is six or seven meters tall and massive.  It is
carrying a mini-gun and is sweeping the area, turning and scanning with its
sensors.

In Japan an OSA officer picks up a red phone immediately upon sighting the
mecha and orders, "Activate Operation Steel Tiger immediately.  Target
location is 75-316-91."  Then he replaces the phone and resumes monitoring
the incoming data.  Remote monitoring of the target site functions
instantly.  Nothing large enough to contain a mecha will enter or leave
that warehouse without being tracked.  But, it will still take some time to
get personnel on the ground.  In as peaceful a world as Earth is, military
installations are scattered thinly.  Earth's main protection from attack is
on the moon and Mars.  In a very few minutes, the data stream cuts off.
The officer knows that means either the agent is dead or is no longer
wearing her body stocking.  He hopes it is the latter.

I am now trying to figure a way out as my mission is complete.  The OSA
knows who and where, the rest is up to them.  Just then a burst of machine
gun fire peppers the wall in front and somewhat over me.  An announcement
from the mecha follows.  `Surrender and you will not be shot.  You must
know all the exits are covered.  If you try to escape you will be instantly
killed.  You have thirty seconds.'  I know they have me.  I am trained in
hand-to-hand combat, but not weapons use and I'm sure they'd kill their own
if it meant stopping me.  They can't know that my report has already been
transmitted and received.    They assume if they stop me, that they are
still relatively safe.  Long before the time runs out, I slide out from my
hiding place and lifting my hands over my head, I walk out into plain
sight, hoping the mecha is not the last thing I see.  Its weapon targets
me, but does not fire.  Very shortly one of the women walks up and jabs my
butt with a syringe, then I sink to the floor and pass out.

I come too strapped to a chair; my arms are secured to the chair's moveable
arms and are raised over my head.  Similarly my legs are fastened to
moveable stirrups and are spread widely and a strap around my torso holds
me to the seat.  My garments have been removed, leaving me somewhat at a
disadvantage.  Although I can't tell, I'm still in the warehouse and it's
about ten hours later, in the middle of day eight of my stay here in
friendly Dubai.  I tug at my restraints and find I'm not going anywhere.
Minutes later, the door opens and a man and a woman walk in, both dressed
in military camo clothing.  The man sits in a chair staring at me, while
the woman walks up to me, slaps one of my breasts and demands, "Who are
you?  What are you doing here?"  To emphasize her questions she slaps my
breast again, harder this time.

It stings more than it hurts, but I'm aware that may not last long.  "I'm
Cathy Burgess.  I work for a shipping company in Japan and would like to
know if you are interested in doing busi..."

She slaps me again, across my face and barks, "Bullshit.  I want to know
what you are doing here."  She squeezes a nipple hard enough to bring tears
to my eyes."

I see no reason not to state the obvious so I retort, "I'm trying to gather
as much information as possible about your doings," and egg her on, "what
the hell did you think I was doing?"  Which earns me another slap.

The man interrupts and comments, "You are dead.  We can make it easy for
you or hard.  Tell us what we want to know and you won't feel a thing."

I look at him levelly and respond, "Not a chance."  Then the real torture
begins.  They beat me with rubber covered rods till I pass out and abuse
various other parts of me.  The hours pass, but I don't come close to
breaking.  Mary got me talking in less than thirty minutes and these fools
got nothing after twelve hours of torture.  I'm bruised and bleeding, but
am basically intact when they decide to give up.  

Their leader comes in and says, "We could just shoot you in the head and
dump your body in an alley, but we would prefer you not be found, so we
have another end in mind."  Then he nods to the woman who has been my main
assailant.  She sticks me with another syringe and I'm out again.

I come to in a helicopter flying over the desert; all I can see is sand in
every direction.  My hands and ankles are shackled together with short
pieces of chain, and I'm still in the buff.  I feel sore and there are
welts and large purplish areas all over me, but nothing seems broken.
Except for the pilot the only other person with me is that damn woman.  I
can't see it, but suspended under the helicopter is a crate with a fiendish
device inside.  Unfortunately the crate is too small to contain a mecha and
so is not being tracked by the OSA.  They have no idea where I am.  Soon,
the helicopter sets the crate down on the sand.  The helicopter lands near
and holding a gun on me the woman motions me to exit.  The pilot gets out
and walks over to the crate and opens the large side, which swings down
like a ramp.

I'm walked up the ramp; the woman backs away a few steps keeping me well
covered and nods to the pilot.  He unlocks the binders on me and indicates
I am to lie on the device.  I look around, the woman is out of reach, and
realize I have no real alternative if I don't want to be shot and as Mary
said, I probably shouldn't let bullets enter my body.

It's clear how I am to lie.  There's a mold which a butt fits in and groves
around a central hump for my legs, which are held slightly above the rest
of my body, giving excellent access to my genitals.  My back and head are
supported at a small angle, giving me a first-rate view of my privates.
Several straps are fastened, at my ankles, calves, thighs, waist, and below
and above my breasts.  My arms are stretched over my head and my wrists are
fastened to rings attached to the wall of the crate behind my head.  My
boobs project up nicely.  Once I am secured, the woman holsters her weapon
and walks up to me.  She pulls down from the ceiling a pair of large
suction cups that she attaches to my boobs.  After she flips a switch on
the side of the central hump, I feel my breasts sucked into the cups,
filling them.  She rotates a knob, and then flips another switch.  Nothing
happens right away.  She inspects my bondage and satisfied, she speaks, "In
a few minutes this machine will start to fuck you."  She looks disgusted.
"Probes will penetrate your cunt and your ass and will continue non-stop
regardless of your response, although their intensity and thrusting will
vary randomly.  They are powered by solar cells on the top of this crate
and will be fucking your bones years from now.  Your breasts will be abused
by these," poking the suction cups stuck to my boobs.  "But that is not
what will kill you.  This will," and she points to the desert around me.
"This crate is the same color as the sand and even we wouldn't be able to
find it again once we are a hundred meters away.  You will die here and
never be found!!"  She slaps my face one last time and then steps off the
ramp.  The side of the crate is closed and fastened.  I hear her last word,
"Enjoy!"  Then she laughs evilly and I hear soft footfalls, the sound of a
helicopter getting fainter and fainter, then nothing.

Crap, this is a tough spot indeed.  For all that I hate her, she is right. 
Except by accident, this crate never will be found.  Certainly not soon
enough to do me any good.  Then I hear a faint click and the low whine of
motors.  My breasts are sucked further into the cups and my nipples enter
the tubes leading from them.  The ends of the tubes have small soft flaps,
which excite my nipples and I feel them harden in response.  Watching wide-
eyed I see two dildos advancing out of the central hump, squarely targeting
both of my holes.  I detect a faint sheen on them, so they must be
lubricated.  It wouldn't be enough torture I guess if they ripped me open
and I bled to death.  My anus is pierced first.  I relax, knowing there is
no point in resisting and doing so would only cause me pain.  It slides in
smoothly, not too deep and starts withdrawing as the other dildo enters my
vagina.  The suction of my tits and the probing of my nether region
actually feels quite nice and in other circumstances could be most
enjoyable.  Actually is most enjoyable.  I give into the pleasure and focus
my attention on the feelings surging through my erogenous zones.  I hear
squishy sounds coming from my cunt and I grip the invader with my pelvic
muscles increasing the friction and the pleasure.  The probes suddenly
synchronize their thrusting; and squirming and twitching, I orgasm, but
unlike with a person, the machine does not care and continues thrusting
into my cunt and ass and sucking my breasts, sometimes harder, sometimes
softer, but never stopping.  The temperature in the crate is climbing and
climbing as the sun heats it.  Soon I am sweating profusely, beads of sweat
running together and joining in my bellybutton, which overflows and makes a
small pool of liquid on my stomach.  The probing continues, as do my
orgasms, and in the heat I become a little hysterical.  I find myself
talking to the machine, trying to get it to stop or at least give me a
break, as I cum again.  Then not being able to hold it anymore, I urinate
and watch the precious fluid run down over my invaders, making a temporary
puddle on the bottom of the crate.  I pass out a couple times, but always
wake shortly after, finding myself being fucked mercilessly.  Kasey, this
infernal machine doesn't compare to your touch.

Finally the sun goes down and the crate starts cooling, though as that
nasty woman said the probing never stops.  I am exhausted and weak already;
I know I won't make it through another day of the desert heat.  The machine
is sapping my energy enough and if allowed to could probably kill me from
exhaustion by itself.  Add in the loss of water and I may already be
doomed.   I actually sleep fitfully for part of the night I am so tired.  I
don't know what time it was, but from some hidden source of reserves I
regain some of my sanity and start to try and escape my situation.  I
realize that this machine wasn't built just for me and most likely is
normally used for fun.  So it's not as strong as my torturer would like to
believe.  My bondage severely limits my movements, but my hips have some
limited motion available.  My flexibility comes to my rescue here and I am
able to apply significant sideways pressure on the plunging probes.  In a
fairly short time, I hear a grinding noise, just as I cum again.  I strain
to maintain the pressure while I moan in pleasure.  Just as the machine
doesn't, I don't relent, drawing on my promise to Denise not to give up.
It may be my fatigue, but I feel she is somehow helping me.  Abruptly the
grinding noise gets much louder, the machine jams and I am no longer at the
mercy of continuous fucking.  As luck would have it, my anal probe is the
one that remains stuck in me, while my vagina is empty.  The whole gearing
system must have failed as the suction cups lose their pull, release my
breasts and retract upward.  I sigh gratefully as the unremitting
excitation I had been undergoing ceases.  Thank-you, Denise.  Still
strapped to the machine, but too weary to do any more, I fall back asleep.

I wake as the heat in the crate starts building once again.  My predicament
is still dire.  I must get free of this device or all I have done is delay
the inevitable.  I'm not exposed to direct sunlight, but with all the water
I lost yesterday, I must get loose soon.  Again my flexibility comes to my
rescue.  The loss of fluid has made parts of me noticeably thinner and my
wrists freely rotate in the straps.  I pull and tug and twist, slowly
sliding the straps up over my hands, but am unable to get them over my
thumb joints.  Gritting my teeth, I pop my left thumb out of socket which
shrinks that hand just enough for me to get it free.  Then, with a yelp I
jam my hand into my side and my thumb back into place.  That's going to
hurt for awhile.  I am able to reach the other wrist strap, loosen it and
free my right arm.  I unstrap my breasts, waist and then my legs.  Free at
last.  Looking up I see inside releases on the ends on the crate, climb on
the machine and trip them.  I push on the wood and the ends of the crate
fall away, giving me access once again to the outside world.  I look out
and see nothing but sand in all directions.  From the sun I would say it's
about noon.  I decide I must stay in the crate until nightfall.  Naked as I
am, if I expose myself to that sun I'll burn to a crisp.  Luckily there is
a slight breeze flowing through the crate, so it's not excessively hot.  I
thank god it's almost December as well.  If it had been July I'd probably
already be dead.  I realize it's my eleventh day here and wonder if I
survive, what I will find.  Did the OSA get them or has the trouble just
begun?

Once it is dark, I climb up on top of the crate and scan the horizon.  To
the east, where I think Dubai should be I detect nothing, even at full
recon mode.  That entire hemisphere is equally dark.  Looking west, I at
first detect nothing either, but then in a slightly north-west direction, a
small lightening of the horizon is seen, like a glow of a candle at a
kilometer.  Although I think Dubai must be east, I don't know how far or
what direction the helicopter took.  I resolve to march toward the glow in
hopes it is not a mirage.  Taking a couple careful star sightings, I decide
to walk that direction for half the night and return to the crate by
morning if I find nothing.  I think I can survive another day here before I
have to risk it all.  In the event, my eyes did not deceive me and in an
hour or so I can tell that the glow is definitely getting brighter.  I
continue toward the beacon and at last, my muscles screaming at me from
walking through sand and my thirst intense, I climb a small dune and am
rewarded by looking down on a nomad encampment.  If I could have cheered, I
would have.  I stumble down the dune and am seen by their outposts who,
with a shocked expression at seeing a naked woman walk into their camp-
light, greet me.  I try to say something, anything, but I have used the
last of my reserves and pitch forward to the ground and as I hear them call
out excitedly, I lose consciousness.

I don't know it, but just as I discover the camp, the OSA launches its
assault.  The incoming freighter has already been intercepted by battle
cruisers from our Mars base and the mechas on it discovered.  The freighter
is evacuated and then destroyed by fire from the cruisers as a warning to
any that decide to help those who are not peaceful.  A heavily armed
brigade of troops are dropped on the warehouse and backed up by attack
helicopters quickly break in, some right through holes blown in the roof
and the rest through similarly created holes in the walls.  A few of the
assault team are killed, and several wounded from fire loosed by the two
operational mechas, but a pair of Hellfire XI missiles end the threat from
the mechas, along with their operators.  As has been directed, there is no
collateral damage or causalities.  They find the other six mechas still
there in their crates and capture the leader and his female colleague who
did their best to make me die alone and unfound.  She laughs when
questioned about me, telling them that I am already dead and that they'll
never find me.  John, who I had thought was so emotionless, pulls out a
knife, stabs her in the gut and chest and lets her bleed to death.  The
assault team commander frowns, but doesn't question the action.  The
survivors are loaded into cargo helicopters and flown to New York for trial
as terrorists.  The mechas are destroyed with plastic explosive.  Finally,
using precisely placed demolition charges the entire warehouse is leveled. 
The assault team, along with John, is loaded into their own helicopters and
return to their respective bases.  The entire action is over in less than
four hours.  The Persian government is informed of the action by the UN
military; the OSA is not even mentioned.  The OSA leaves a couple agents in
Dubai to conduct a search, but fundamentally, they believe the woman and
assume I am dead.  Did I ever surprise them.  Fortunately, for Kasey and
Nancy's peace of mind, they did not inform her of my supposed death.  Their
policy is not to do so in absence of a body for at least thirty days.

I awake in a tent covered in a sheet, with a pair of nomad women watching
over me.  They greet me and gently holding my head up give me some water to
drink, not allowing me to drink too much.  I fall back asleep and when I
next awaken, it is daylight, but the women are still there.  They give me
more water and a few dates to eat.  They ask me if they may examine my body
for hurt and point at the entrance to the tent, assuring me there is an
armed guard and that my body will not be seen by other than them.  I am
still very weak, but manage to give them the OK.  The sheet is removed and
hung between the tent opening and me, preventing even accidental exposure. 
Inspecting me carefully, both front and back, and softly running their
gifted hands over me, they tell me that I do not have any permanent damage.
How they know is beyond me.  They wish to anoint me with oils they say will
speed my healing and I agree.  I drink more water and feel slightly more
human.  They have me lie on my stomach and gently, tenderly massage the
fragrant oil into my back, buttocks and down my legs.  I twinge as they
discover areas of soreness, but the oil seems to sooth the pain.  At their
nudge, I roll onto my back and they resume working the oil into me, paying
special attention to my breasts and genital area, which have undergone such
abuse.  Of course, my nipples betray me and stiffen under their attention. 
They smile at each other and continue rubbing me down.  My feet too are
given careful treatment, as they are blistered and quite sore.  Afterwards,
I eat a few more dates, a little dried lamb, and drink more water.  They
tell me to rest again and that one of them will be with me at all times,
should I need anything.  By the third morning, after much more water, more
food and more anointings, I am feeling very much better.  They bring me a
dress like the one they wear; it's white, worn like a poncho, floor length,
with a waist tie.  Very little of me is exposed directly, but the garment
is fairly sheer so air passes though it easily and I remain cool.  They ask
me if I feel I am well enough to see the chief.  I am feeling as good as
new and tell them I will be pleased to meet him.

They brush my hair and put a thin gold necklace on me, of an intricate
design, to indicate my protected status, and then take me to see the chief.
They offer sandals, but I decline, as my feet feel fine just like they are.
Not insisting, they lead me to the chief's tent, the guard stands aside and
holds the entrance open for me.  I step into the tent, with my attendants
waiting outside, and bow to the chief, whose name turns out to be Najid.  I
thank him for my treatment and praise the care given me by my attendants.
He stands and bows in return and asks my name.

"My name is Cathy Burgess."

He nods and reseats himself and one, who I think must be his daughter,
comes out from deeper in the tent and sits next to him.  She looks to be in
her teens and is very beautiful, with long dark-brunette hair.  He asks me
to sit and I am given water and a bowl of dates.  He asks me to tell him
how I came to be wandering in the desert in such a state.  I tell him the
full story of my capture, torture and abandonment in the desert on that
horrible machine, only leaving out any mention of the OSA.  When I am done,
he says, "Thank-you for your open and sincere story.  I know it must have
been painful to relive.  You have done well to survive such torment.  My
daughter here is wise beyond her years and knows you have spoken truly.
Nor have you said too much.  Whoever your chief is, they would be pleased. 
My tent is yours until you decide otherwise."

I stand, remove the cord from around my waist, pull the dress over my head,
and stand there naked in front of him.  His daughter quietly says, "Is it
not as I said?"  Her father nods.

I declare, "You and your clan have saved my life and in a time I would not
have believed possible have nursed me back to health.  I know that reward
is not your motive, but I would offer my body to you and any of yours who
would care to play with me.  I offer this not out of obligation, but
because my spirit moves me so."

His daughter smiles and Najid replies, "I thank-you for your willingness to
join with us, but no man of my clan may lay with a woman not of the clan.
Please dress."

Although I am a little embarrassed at being rejected, I understand the
prohibition, retrieve my dress and put it on.  As I dress, his daughter
rises and whispers in his ear.  He smiles, nods his head and says, "You
have touched my daughter's heart.  She suggests we adopt you into the clan,
and then we will be allowed to experience your gift.  What say you?"

I feel tears forming and answer, "The honor is too much, but I humbly
accept your offer."  I bow again.

Briskly now, he calls my attendants in and instructs them, "Prepare her and
teach her the ways of adoption.  We will perform the ceremony one hour
after dark."  They nod and lead me back to my original tent.

They tell me it has been many years since someone was adopted into the
clan, not many strangers come around and fewer find favor.  She explains
that the ceremony is not too long and is easy to learn, but requires that I
allow myself to be tattooed with the clan's symbol, identifying me forever
as a member of the Nioana clan.  She shows me her tattoo, which is on the
inside of her right thigh, near the junction of her legs.  It's in a
similar place to a lottery tattoo, but bears no resemblance and is quite
beautiful, all blacks, grays, and browns.  She explains it is a Caracal, a
desert cat.  I have never considered being tattooed, but I find that the
thought, in this circumstance, does not disturb me and tell her that I will
revere my symbol.  I am again anointed with oils during the hour after
sundown and given a wrap to wear, like a thin robe.  The necklace is
removed and replaced by circlet of gold and semiprecious stones that sits
upon my forehead.  At the appointed time, I am led out of the tent barefoot
and to the center of the encampment, with my attendants flanking me.  The
chief and his daughter sit side by side on a raised dais in front of which
is a platform about the size of a massage table with a long `U' cut out
from one end.  Next to it is a small platform with vials of ink and
feathered needles that look remarkably like the ones Mary once used on me.

Najid stands and announces to his clan, "Cathy Burgess, the desert
wanderer, wishes to become a member of our clan.  I would like to welcome
her.  If any do not find favor with this, let them sit."  He looks around
and no one sits.  There is no sound and I'm getting just a little nervous. 
"Since none object, let the ceremony begin."  Najid reseats himself.  The
rest of the crowd, men toward the front and women with the children toward
the back also sit on campstools they brought.  My attendants move forward
and remove my wrap.  A soft murmur runs through crowd and as I am led
slowly throughout the crowd, many of them reach out and touch me as I go
by.  The warmth of their reception gives me goose pimples, penetrates my
heart and removes the last of my ordeal.  It was worth it to meet such
people.  At last, I am brought before Najid who gently touches my posterior
and stands again.  He asks me, "Cathy, do you, in your heart of hearts
desire to be a member of the Nioana clan?"

Looking at everyone, my tears come, but I am able to say, "Yes, I desire
it."

Again, he asks, "Cathy, will you accept being marked forever as a member of
the Nioana clan?"

A little more clearly this time, I respond, "Yes, I desire to be marked as
a member of the Nioana clan."

Finally, he asks, "Cathy, if called upon, will you die for the good of the
Nioana clan?"

Standing bolt upright, proud of whom I am, I ringingly declare, "I would
die for the good of the Nioana clan."

He instructs me, "Cathy, lie upon the platform of marking."  I do as
instructed, placing my legs along the `U' giving access to my inner thighs.
The clan scribe moves next to me and for the next two hours, my thigh is
punctured and colored with the design of the Caracal.  It is no more than
uncomfortable and my attendants hold my hands throughout providing moral
support.  No one leaves or even appears restless throughout the ceremony,
so I feel supported by all and do not make a sound.  Finally, the scribe is
done.  My attendants apply their magic oil to my tattoo and I am helped off
the table.

Looking down, I admire the scribe's handiwork and think how beautiful it is
to have a cat looking up at me.  I hope Kasey likes it.  Then Najid on one
side and his daughter on the other take my hands and intone, "Cathy Burgess
is now a member of the Nioana clan.  All praise her."  Everyone stands and
cheers.  I know what I am to do next.  I unfasten the rope holding up
Najid's pants, which fall to the ground.  Standing next to me, his daughter
holds a bowl of oil.  I dip my fingers into the oil and apply it to Najid's
penis, gently slathering his cock, which rapidly comes to attention.  When
I am finished, I bend over the table, offering myself to him.  He moves
behind me and slowly, but firmly slides his member into my vagina and
proceeds to give me a fine fucking, cumming in me after about ten minutes. 
I get somewhat excited, but do not cum myself.  I'm still a little
overwhelmed.  I remain bent over the table, displaying my cunt to all until
his semen starts dripping out of me, showing me a true member of the clan. 
That ends the ceremony.  Then the party begins.

The party lasts all night, ending with the dawn.  I don't know how many men
have intercourse with me.  Most of the clan, I think.  I know Najid does me
twice more.  Many of the other single women are also used similarly, but
the married ones are relegated to the sidelines.  From what I observe, the
married men are only allowed to do me and no others, and only once each.
There is no lesbian contact at all, just a few casual hugs and butt pats.
At last, we all go to our tents and sleep the day away.  My gold necklace
is replaced, indicating that even though now a member of the clan, I am
under the chief's especial protection.

That evening, Najid comes to my tent and asks me if I wish to remain with
them a while or return to Dubai.  I take his hands and affectionately kiss
him, which seems to surprise him.  I tell him, "I love your clan, but I
think it is time for me to return to my home.  I will never forget you or
your clan and if you ever need me, feel free to call on me.  I will not
forget my vows."  He thanks me and agrees to take me to the outskirts of
Dubai.  Leaving the next morning, we travel for nearly two days, arriving
at Dubai early on the evening of 3 December.  He will not go closer as he
has an aversion for the people there.  I thank them all once again, wave,
and watch as they move back into the desert.  I find myself crying softly
at the parting, wondering if I'll ever see them again.

I absently touch my thigh where my tattoo is, now totally healed and
wearing the clothes they gave me as well as the necklace of protection, I
turn at last and strike off for my hotel.  It takes me another hour and a
half to get there, and as I enter, I am spotted by an OSA observer, who
calls in the sighting.  Unbeknownst to me as well, a second observer makes
a call to Mary.  As I cross the lobby, I am given a few curious looks at my
thin garment, with obviously nothing on under, but no one stops me.

The door opens to my palm and I call John.  He picks up almost immediately,
"Cathy, is that you?"  Do I detect some worry?  I give him a synopsis of
what happened after my capture and he fills me in on the OSA assault.  I
get sad when I hear of the sacrifice that was made to end this threat; the
price is high.  No mention is made of the woman other than the bare fact
that she is dead.  Then he says as coolly as usual, "Your mission has been
filed as closed and successful.  You are released until we have need of you
again.  Good-bye."  And as usual, he hangs up before I can respond.

Chapter 6 - Back to Tokyo

I carefully remove my dress, fold it and pack it away.  I get in the shower
and wash several days of grime, dirt and what-have-you from my body.  Then
I lay down on the bed marveling at the softness and fingering my necklace,
I fall asleep, dreaming of the desert, of Najid and his daughter.

I awake around 0800 and calling, I find that there is a 1015 flight to
Narita available on NAS.  I book a seat and start rushing around packing.
I'm glad I did my shopping early.  I think of packing the necklace, but
can't bear to take it off yet.  I wear a long sleeved brown scoop neck top,
a pair of jeans, socks and sneakers, and no underwear for my flight to
Tokyo; they're the only moderately warm clothes I brought.  I finish
packing, call the desk to get me a cab, checkout and make it to the jetport
by 0930.  At 1015, I'm settled in my seat, we push back from the jetway,
and I'm on my way back to Tokyo.  As I touch the spot on my thigh, I smile
wistfully.  Won't Kasey be surprised?  As we climb out of Dubai, my
thoughts turn more and more to Kasey and the others and I discover I am
impatient to get back.

One of the stewardesses is the same one as from my original flight from
Narita.  She recognizes me and stops to say hello.  I'm surprisingly
relaxed and not nearly as nervous as usual, but I playfully slip my hand
in-between her legs anyway.  She giggles a little, then notices my
necklace.  Bending closer to take a look, and exposing her panties to all,
she comments that it's quite beautiful with a unique design.  She asks me
where I got it, as she would like one too.  I smile at her, boldly skim my
fingers over her panty and tell her I got it by being adopted into the
Nioana clan.  She kneels next to me and whispers in my ear, "I thought it
might be something like that, take good care of it, I feel power emanating
from it."  I assure her I will and she passes on to another passenger.  I
sleep a goodly portion of the flight, awaking a couple hours before
landing.  I wile away the time watching some light entertainment and at
2305 local time, we land in Narita.  It's 4 December so I have been away
for eighteen days.  I collect my things from baggage claim, drag everything
to my car, pay the outrageous parking fee and humming softly, cruise down
the toll way to Tokyo.

I park my car, get the bags out of my trunk and open the door to my home.
It's 0048 exactly when I walk through the door.  It's good to be back.  The
place looks as perfect as Kasey had promised.  I decide it's too late to
call either Kasey or Nancy.  Not feeling tired, I strip naked, except for
the necklace, unpack and put everything away neatly.  I keep the items I
bought for everyone in the living room.  I stash that `special' outfit I
bought on my first day in Dubai in my closet and store the dress I received
from the Nioana clan in the container with my formal.  In my opinion, the
dress from the clan, as simple as it is, is far more valuable than the
formal.  Then I take a quick shower and climb in the tub, turn on the jets
and aerators, then soak for forty-five minutes, relaxing and soaking the
last of the desert grime off me.  I do notice that I have browned up a good
deal from that day on the beach.  Kasey will like the design my suit
created.  A little after 0300, I crawl into my bed and happy as a clam to
be home soon fall asleep.

My bed moves, which awakens me, just before a pair of lips press mine.  I
open my eyes and there is Kasey, taking liberties.  I wrap my arms around
him and say, "Nice way to be woken up."  Then we kiss again.  I glance at
the clock and see it is a little after 1000.

Kasey says, "I'm sorry I was so bold, but I couldn't resist.  After all,
it's been nineteen days."

I giggle, playfully punch him, and tell him, "It's fine, you can kiss me
anytime you want.  How have things been here?"

"Fine, no problems at all, except that I've been a little lonely."  He sits
on the edge, holds my hand and a little misty eyed says, "It's so nice to
see you again."

I squawk, grab the sheet and cover myself, "What did you mean by that?!"
Kasey looks flustered, so I let the sheet fall away, exposing my breasts to
his view again, smile and respond.  "I'm sorry I made fun of you.  It's
good to see you again too."

Kasey notices my necklace while trying not to stare at my boobs and asks,
"That necklace is pretty.  I don't remember seeing it before."

"That's because you haven't.  I got this on my trip.  There's quite a story
behind it."  I proceed to tell him the whole story with full orchestration
and four-part harmony, modified to leave out all mission related details.
I substitute a solo drive out into the desert and a crash to explain how I
ended up with the Nioana clan in the first place.  He insists on seeing my
tattoo and after a little wrestling with the sheets, I allow him to expose
my lower half.  I spread my legs and he closely inspects my new artwork.

In an awed tone he comments, "It is gorgeous.  I've never been a fan of
tattoos, but this is awesome."  Sitting up, he continues, "So, now you are
a member of the Nioana clan."

"I am and that experience alone made the trip worthwhile.  I have brought
back some souvenirs for you, Jody, and Kane.  Do you know if they have
anything planned for this evening?"

"They probably do, but I'm sure they'll happily change."

"OK, let's give them a call a little later, but for right now, how about
you get out of those confining things and join me?"  I giggle.

Kasey responds, "I thought you'd never ask," and strips in near record
time.  For all the clan members that did me, none had a cock to match
Kasey's.  We kiss again and soon are deep into lovemaking, his tool
welcoming me home in the best way.  I love the way his penis stretches and
spreads my vagina, whose nerve endings transmit his cock's every
irregularity.  The slushy sounds of his dick sliding in and out of me are
comforting and while I don't get too excited, I feel satisfied to be loved.
Too soon he cums, depositing a quantity of semen in me that makes me wonder
if he held off even jacking-off the whole time I was gone.  Awe, he is so
cute.

We get up and I get us a brunch going as he watches, commenting on my tan
lines.  Then I take a quick shower and rejoin him.  We eat and chat, he
tells me about getting ready for entrance exams to Tokyo University, the
goings on of Jody and Kane and other mostly school related stuff.  At about
1230, I excuse myself and tell him I need to make a private call.  I ask
him to contact Jody and Kane and ask them over for dinner and a show,
although I don't tell him that the show is mostly going to be Jody and me. 
While he is calling them, I go into the study and call Nancy.

When she hears my voice, I hear a sudden intake of breath, then "Hello,
Cathy, it's good to hear your voice.  After what went on in Dubai, I got a
little worried about you."

"I'm OK.  It was a little more exciting than I had hoped, but I made it OK
and the mission was a success.  I'll give you the details later; this is
not a secure line.  Perhaps we can get together sometime tomorrow."

"Sure, I've got a concert in the evening with my parents, but if you can
come over around 1400 we can have a couple hours to ourselves."

"OK, I'll be there.  Today is Kasey's day.  In fact, he's here now."  I
giggle and tell Nancy, "By the way, you were right.  See you tomorrow,
good-bye." not giving her time to question me.

"Um, OK, see you, good-bye."

I'll tell Nancy a more factual version of the truth than Kasey got, but
only Najid and his daughter will ever know the whole story and they're
family.

I pad back to the living room and Kasey tells me that Jody and Kane will be
here at 1830.  He also says that he should go home, as he has chores to do
there that his mom will be wondering about.  I tell him to come at 1830 too
as I need time to just relax at home and prepare for the evening.  Giving
him a quick kiss, I also tell him that I won't be reprogramming my door.
He preens hearing that, and I swear he was whistling as he walked down the
sidewalk.  Smiling to myself, I sit on the couch and for the first time in
several weeks, I truly relax.  I pet my tattoo, enchanted by its look and
meaning and finger my necklace, wondering just what the stewardess felt.
In any case, I have no intention of removing it.  It's thin and light
enough not to interfere with anything I wear and since I don't even have
other necklaces, it'll never have competition.  I nod off for a short nap
and dream of the sands once again.  I wake about an hour later, get into my
jeans, top and jacket, and make a run to the local party store, stocking in
goodies for tonight not available on my cooking system.  Then return home
and plan the evening.

At 1700, I log into my computer and amazingly, there is an email from Mary,
with no identifiable return path.  It reads, `Good job.  You might find
these interesting.'  There's a video attachment.  I download it and open it
in a viewer.  Holy cow!  She has sent me three scenes of women undergoing
their final moments at the hands of Mary and her dildo of death.  I can't
quite make her out.  She can't be trying to get me interested in that
`object', she already knows I can't resist.  Hmmm.  I don't watch more than
a few seconds of any of them.  Just enough to insure none are of me.  I
don't think Mary recorded our session, but with her, one can't be too
careful.  Then I securely delete the videos from my computer.  She is
something else.

I go into the bedroom and lay out the `outfit' I got in Dubai and some
bondage gear from Sexland to spice things up a little.  Then, I call Jody.

"Hello, Jody."

"Hey, Cathy, how was your trip?"

"It was fine.  I'll tell you guys all about it tonight, but I have a
request.  Could you bring a second outfit with you tonight?  Something
you'd never wear in public, but would knock the boys dead.  Oh, and start
off in something extra conservative."

Jody knows me and questions, "Are you planning an orgy or something?"  She
laughs and continues, "How revealing should it be?"

"It should both cover you and not cover you at the same time.  I bought an
outfit in Dubai, from Tabei in the Ceti system.  It is `different', but I
will enjoy wearing it and showing it off and I'd like you to join me in the
display of our assets."  I giggle.

Jody laughs again and concludes, "OK, I think I know just what to bring as
long as you promise me there will be no one other than Kane and Kasey."

"Great, I promise.  I couldn't show this outfit to anyone else either.  See
you at 1830."

"Bye-bye"

I pad out to the living room and lay out the party goodies that don't need
refrigeration.  

My starting outfit is the dress from the Nioana clan.  I want to use it as
a conversation starter and it's conservative enough with my crème colored
bra and panty set under.  I go barefoot, since hose somehow seem `wrong' in
this dress.  I feel very at home in this outfit.  I do add some glittery
navy-blue eyeshadow and crème colored lipstick to provide contrast to the
white dress.  I cover the other items on my bed with a sheet so no
`accidents' happen and program the entertainment system with music and
several slide shows; the first of which occasionally displays lingerie clad
women interspersed in the normal scenery shots the system selects.  The
upbeat music starts and soon after, I am ready.  A few minutes after 1830,
the door opens and Jody, followed by Kane and Kasey make their appearance. 
Jody is carrying a small bag and is dressed perfectly.  She chose a loose
fitting dark-green sweater, with matching knee length skirt, tan hose and
flats, which is just what I had in mind for starters.  Winking at her, I
ask them to be seated; I take her bag and put it on my bed.  I return to
the living room, point at my dress and tell the story of my adventures in
Dubai, focusing on my days with the clan.  Jody gets up, examines my
necklace, and pronounces it fetching.  They all want to see my tattoo, so
lifting my dress up as modestly as I can, I show them.  Jody asks if it
hurt and I allow as how it did a little.  They all approve of it and tell
me how good it looks on me.

About 1930 we move to the dining table and I serve my special, authentic
Italian Spaghetti dinner.  I offer them all a glass of Chianti with the
meal.  Then they switch to non-alcoholic drinks and I finish the Chianti.
We eat, babble about my trip and the doings at school and feel very relaxed
together.  Both Kane and Kasey seem a little unsure of what is going on as
Jody and I are not in party clothes, but they seem to be enjoying
themselves.  At 2000, we adjourn to the living room again and watch one of
my favorite anime shows, which I missed while in Dubai.  Thank goodness for
pre-programmed recording; I quickly get up to date on the plot and if the
others have seen it live they are too considerate to mention it.  After the
anime ends, I get up and move to the center of the area; I ask Jody to join
me and then tell everyone, "I'm so glad you all came to help me enjoy my
homecoming.  But, I want you guys to enjoy this as much as me, so I've
created a little plan for the rest of the evening.  So relax and Jody and I
will take it from here."  I take the remote and start program two, which
has softer music, but more women, some in mild bondage.  Kasey and Kane
look at each other quizzically, and then smile in anticipation.

"Jody and I will be back shortly."  I take her hand and lead her to my
bedroom, shutting the door behind us after calling back to the boys, "No
peeking!"  Which draws a good bit of laughter.

I remove the protective sheet and say, "If you don't want to use some of
these items, don't feel pressured, but I think the boys would get a kick
from them.  I hope you don't think it's too weird for you."

She swats my rear and replies, "I used to worry about what other people
thought was weird.  Now, I only care what we think."  Looking straight at
me she goes on, "We all love each other.  I love you, Cathy and am not
afraid you would hurt me anymore.  I love Kane and if he agrees, I am going
to marry him someday.  I know you love Kasey, and don't deny it.  So
whatever we do together is OK by me.  There is no need to mother me."

Since she is being so honest with me, I decide to reciprocate.
"Understood.  You are right, I do love Kasey, but I don't think I can put a
permanent claim on him.  Also, I do love you as well.  Your directness is
refreshing.  We should be more than platonic and experiment a little with
each other."

Her eyes widen a little at that but she says, "You know, we should.  I've
not fooled around with a girl, but I wouldn't mind seeing what it is like
with you."  She isn't totally distracted by my attempt to chat her up.
"Why do you think you can't claim Kasey?"

She's got me trapped, I told her the truth and she asked the obvious
follow-up question.  "This is truly not the time to speak of that, but soon
you will know.  If Kasey and I are still together then, I may very well
stake my claim.  I'm sorry I can't say more."

She laughs, and retorts, "I don't think you understand.  We all, including
Kasey, know you are thirty-seven.  It doesn't matter; he loves you for you,
not for your age."

I collapse on the bed, my jaw on the floor and stammer, "Huh?  How?  When? 
I..."

Jody giggles, "Actually it was back before you and he got together, you
once dropped your purse on the bus and your ID fell out.  I picked it up
and looked at it before returning it.  I'm sorry, but at the time, I didn't
think I liked you, so I told everyone."  She looks at me a little
anxiously.

Wide-eyed I force my jaw to close, then burst out laughing.  I stand and
hug Jody and plant a kiss right on her lips.  "Thank-you, Jody.  I've been
afraid of messing things up with Kasey, but felt I had to tell him soon,
now I come to find out he's known all along.  I'm totally flabbergasted,
but happy at the same time."  I giggle some more, then say, "Let's change. 
The guys are probably wondering what has happened to us."  I strip out of
my clothes and Jody does the same.  From her bag, she pulls out the
sheerest white bra and panty set I've ever seen, a pair of white thigh-
highs with a sexy wide welt, and a full slip, which is nearly as sheer as
the underwear.  I never thought a slip could look sexy, but the combination
will pop the boys' eyes out.  With her coloring and blue eyes, white looks
stunning.  I nod my head approvingly.

I put on the top of my special outfit.  At first it looks like a semi-sheer
chocolate colored bra, but then it starts to flow and change color,
sometimes looking as though it is not there at all and at other times it is
completely opaque.  I put on a pair of pants made of the same material.
They gather at my waist and ankles, but are very loose elsewhere.  I ask
Jody to put her hand on my breast; she does, then jerks it away.

"It moved!"  She says, astonished.  Putting her hand back, she watches it
flow and alter its character, right under her hand.  My nipples have
already gotten hard from the gentle shifting feeling over my breasts.
"Wow!  I didn't know such a material existed."

"It's not a material actually.  It's alive."  Jody jerks her hand back
again, staring at my chest.  "It lives on the sweat that's always there and
it needs very little to keep going and when it can't get any, it goes into
suspended animation until it can feed again."

"That is just the coolest thing ever.  Can I wear that sometime?"  Jody
gets over her fears fast.

"Absolutely.  It feels very sensuous and I'm glad it doesn't fit any
tighter around my crotch or I'd just end up lying here in sexual ecstasy. "

I suggest we do a little of that playing with each other in front of the
guys as we show off the outfits.  Jody nods, then points at the bed and
asks, "Are these for round two?"  I nod and she shivers a little.  "I'm
going to cum instantly you know.  Being bound and fucked has been a fantasy
of mine."

"It can be a lot of fun, especially with someone you trust.  The boys won't
be able to hold out either by the time they get us.  Ready?"  She nods and
we go to the living room.  The guys are waiting and their eyes bug out once
they see us.  With our arms around the other's waist, we saunter in front
of the guys.  I declare, "So you all knew you were playing with an old
lady."  Both Kasey and Kane turn a little red, nod their heads and grin.  I
shake my head, "Is nothing sacred?"

Then I say, "The show has begun, we need for you guys to be naked, but we
don't want to watch, so we'll turn our backs."  We turn and Jody playfully
slips her hand into the back of my pants and starts to stroke my ass and
through her slip, I do the same to her.  She inhales suddenly as she feels
the animal flow over her hand.  We hear a couple gasps from behind us and
we giggle.  We're told it's OK and we turn back around, smiling as we
continue our play.  The guys are sitting and although they both try to hide
it a little they are both already getting hard.  I pull Jody to me, we hug,
and then I kiss her.  She's a little taut for a second, then relaxes and
starts to tongue me first.  We French kiss for a few minutes, while playing
with each other's rear.  She fondles my boobs and I hers, and the next time
we look, it's obvious we're about to get raped.  We nod at each other, then
I reach under her slip and slide Jody's panties down.  She steps out of
them and kicks them at Kane, giving him and Kasey a flash of her pussy.
Turning to me, she grasps the waistband of my living pants and slowly
reveals my pussy.  Releasing them, the pants drop to the floor and I step
out of them.

First, I go and sit on Kasey's lap, lifting a leg so Kane gets a good view.
Facing Kasey, I direct his penis into my cunt and slide down to his lap
with a sigh.  After Kasey is firmly seated in me, Jody copies my actions,
hiking her slip up and giving Kasey the view this time.  With a smile, she
impales herself on Kane.  I hear a slight squishing as his cock enters her.
We start levering up and down, fucking the boys for a change.

I lean over and whisper in Kasey's ear, "You naughty boy, why didn't you
tell me."

He whispers back, "It seemed important to you and I didn't know how to say
it didn't matter to me.  It doesn't you know."  I squeeze his cock with my
kegel muscle; he moans a little and ejaculates, spraying my insides with
his warmth.  I hear Kane at about the same time blow his load into Jody.
Neither of them lasts long enough for us to get very turned on, but it
feels good and I've never been an orgasm counter and neither is Jody.
While they are still hard, I take Jody's hand, we stand up, and waving, we
move back to the bedroom.

After wiping some of the boys leaking cum from ourselves, we strip again,
Jody leaving her thigh-highs on.  I put a black garter belt on and a pair
of sheer black nylons, the ones I had bought back in September.  We wear
nothing else.  Then we pick-up the bondage gear I have laid out and walk
back into the living room.  I announce, "A couple unruly slaves have been
brought to you for punishment.  Our kitty-cats are for your fucking
pleasure."  We move the coffee table far enough to provide plenty of room. 
Then using the five-centimeter wide black leather padded cuffs, I bind
Jody's ankles and she binds mine, with white cuffs this time.  It provides
a becoming contrast to our nylons.  We lock forty-centimeter length chains
to the cuffs binding our ankles, so our legs can be spread nicely.  She
cuffs my wrists and I hers with the same type of cuffs used around our
ankles, black for her and white for me.  The padding makes them very
comfortable.  I pull Jody's arms behind her, lock her cuffs together, and
push her down.  She bends forward and rests her torso on the table offering
her rear to Kane.  I put my arms behind me and Kasey locks my cuffs
together.  I kneel and lay next to Jody on the table, offering my rear as
well.  "You may start the punishment."  Kasey picks up the remote, hits and
starts program three, which has even softer music, with faint moaning and
panting sounds, the slide show going fully X-Rated with shots of
intercourse, fellatio and even cum leaking from cunts displayed for our
viewing delectation.

Kane immediately plunges into Jody, right to the hilt, eliciting a small
yelp and then starts banging her like there is no tomorrow.  Jody,
initially surprised by the Kane's violence, quickly gets into it and
thrusts back at her pseudo-rapist.  Her cunt is noisy, slurping, squishing
and slushing in turn.  Kane is breathing rapidly and is straining not to
cum too soon.  Her eyes close for a moment and she's really getting turned
on by being unable to do anything other than take it.

Kasey, perhaps taking a hint from the slide show, comes around and presents
his penis to my mouth.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jody's eyes
widen a little as Kasey appears.  She is panting already and I think
watching Kasey get head from me will excite her even more, especially when
I deep-throat him.  I open my lips to welcome Kasey's cock and he pushes it
into my mouth, meeting my tongue, which starts working him over.  Like
Kane, Kasey also inserts himself fully, albeit without the force Kane did. 
Still he inexorably shoves his penis in until his balls bounce off my chin.
Jody gasps and then orgasms.  I feel her squirming on the table.  The
sensations in her pussy and the view of my spitting are too much for her.
I hope that Kasey doesn't withdraw too soon; we must present an erotic
sight.  Even at full depth, his cock doesn't block my esophagus, so I can
still breathe fine.  As if reading my mind Kasey remains pressed against my
lips and I lave his penis, rubbing the back of my tongue against the
underside of the glans, sucking just a little.  Two or three minutes pass
and I hear Jody gasp between pants, "Are you OK?"

I would giggle if I could, but just nod my head instead.  Kasey can no
longer restrain himself, and starts to trust smoothly in and out of my oral
cavity, never quite removing his cock and never quite ramming in to full
depth.  I close my eyes and focus on his dick and its feel.  My tongue
traces the veins, bumps and hollows.  I suck gently, swallowing his pre-cum
as it leaks out.  My pussy almost feels like he is fucking it, instead of
my mouth as I feel it lubricate and prepare itself.  Kasey centers his cock
in the middle of my mouth and commands softly, "Make me cum, slave!"
Accepting the trial, I vary the intensity of my suction and swirl my tongue
around the head of my friendly intruder.  I get my reward as I feel Jody
twitch around the tabletop and hear Kasey sigh, then feel his penis throb,
spasm and deposit his cargo of semen in my mouth.  I swallow in time with
his spurts until he runs dry, then very softly lick him until he softens
and withdraws.  My own genitals are twitching and I'm ready to orgasm
myself at the slightest provocation, which Kasey provides, sliding his
fingers into my soaking cunt and lightly pinching my clitoris.  I stiffen
and cum, clamping his fingers in my cunt as ripples of muscular
contractions pass over me.  I sigh contentedly and lie on the table,
catching my breath.  I look over at Jody and smile just as Kane slams into
her one last time and moaning, ejaculates into her vagina just as Kasey had
recently done in my mouth.  She smiles back, looking pleased and satisfied,
as I suspect I do, as Kane pulls out of her and joins Kasey on the couch.

We scooch together and kiss tenderly as the guys leave us bound for a few
more minutes as we all come down from the high of our sexual congress.
Before we get restless, Kasey unlocks my cuffs and Kane does the same for
Jody, however leaving our chains in place at our ankles.  Giggling quietly
I crawl onto Kasey's lap and Jody wriggles her way onto Kane's.  Jody
kisses Kane, I kiss Kasey, and we both thank them for the way they did us. 
The entertainment system switches to program four, a piano concerto, with
paintings of nudes from the masters and we all snuggle together for a
while.

I tell them they are all welcome to stay and this time, after looking at
each other for a moment, they agree.  I look at them quizzically and Jody
explains, "We all cleared staying here with our parents before we came."
She giggles and reaches out to pat my arm, "Cathy, you're the best."

I remember to invite them over for the week from Monday's execution.  Based
on the advertisements, it promises to be most interesting and stimulating. 
They agree and we make it a date.  Not long thereafter, we are all in my
bed cuddling together like a litter of kittens, and then we fall asleep.
It is good to be home.

THE END

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