"Strip off your fatigues and put them in the box on the table please."The boots were the hardest things to get off, but not that hard. I'd often wonde...red how well those self-closing running shoes would do as combat boots, especially with the stories some of the Earth guys told about their military. The guy in the blue suit pulled a bracelet out of thin air and tossed it to me."Put this on over your right wrist. Don't worry, it will stretch to fit."It did slip on easily, which was interesting,. A sense of foreboding filled her thoughts and she absent mindedly fingered the catch on her bag as she hurried along. Ever since she had come here the dingy corridors had seemed to put her ill at ease and the lack of anyone else around amplified her thoughts of vulnerability. Rounding a corner she saw a light at the end of the next corridor. She took a deep breath and moved on, steeling herself against whatever horror might be lurking ahead. Carefully she took ahold of the door handle and. Immediately “Sis”, pulled her knickers off and in her excitement, tumbled down the slope, landing in a heap by my feet.“Give me a feel, mister. My brother doesn’t have one as long or stiff as that”, she said as she ran her little fingers from my bollocks to the tip of my prick, smearing my juices onto her finger tips.“Can I taste it”, she asked.“Yes, I groaned in pleasure as I felt hands exploring every inch of my massive erection or pulling my foreskin back and forwards.Unexpectedly, “Sis”,. Have you ever heard of that?”“Beard?”“It makes people think he’s straight because he’s going out with a woman. But it’s just camouflage.”“Why didn’t he just come out?” I asked.“Who knows? Embarrassment, maybe. Or maybe his parents didn’t know and he couldn’t tell them.”“And you thought I wanted you to be my beard?”“Something like that.”“I looked gay to you?” I asked, getting upset.“Bob, no,” she said, reaching to touch my knee again. “I didn’t know anything. I was afraid of everything. She was.