"Who's 'Dave Lister', honeys?"A few hours later, the stewardesses of Soixante-Trois Airlines were hardat work, either learning about their new respons...ibilities or carryingout said responsibilities several thousand feet above the surface of theEarth. However, as busy as they were, and as far apart as they were,neither Jessica nor Paige stopped thinking about each other- thoughtheir thoughts weren't just about how much they were looking forward toseeing each other again. As she took down page. Thule was steeling himself to go inside. There was a weak point to his plan here and he still hadn't found a way to avoid it. It was common wisdom that the FBI was untouchable and incorruptible. Thule had no faith in common wisdom. The Vandevoorts seemed to have friends everywhere else. While he didn't know of any friends of theirs in the Bureau, it seemed foolharty to presume that they didn't have any. Thule was about to tip his hand and pray that the person he tipped it to didn't go running. ..”I cursed my luck. Whatever we had to do wasn’t swimming. I was certain that Swimming and dress uniforms did not go together, the names he called were the others of my new group of friends. Except we had now three Ellis in the group and Hanlin and Bergdorf, two of our humans walked grinning to the escalators. Pure rippled the upper part of his snout and around the nostrils. “I sure wonder what they cooked up for us. Dress Uniform and side arms. I never heard they issue side arms to Cadets. As soon as the words had left her mouth, I instantly agreed. I put my hands on her feet and slowly rubbed them, starting at her ankles and working my way down to her toes. "Mmm I love having my feet rubbed" she announced.My cock was stiffening as I massaged her toes through her cotton socks, a bulge was beginning to develop in my shorts. She noticed the bulge appearing and joked "Wow these socks are really getting you going". I was speechless, I wanted to bury my face in her feet immediately.