The occasional CF-18 parks here. Before we stop, a couple corporals are pushing stairs used for a CF-18 over to us. The 18 is about 6 ft shorter than ...the 105, but I make due. There are jacks on the stairs, but it is still about 4 ft short. I hop out and then help Sylvie out.Before our feet touch the ground, there is a crowd of military personnel gathered around. Most don’t even notice I am with a goddess. They are too busy ogling my plane.Coming down the stairs, Sylvie hits me.“That first move,. “I can’t wait to see you beat Chris with it.”“Thank you, Ophelia.”Then, Mistress Flavia continued. “Chris, what I’ve asked you to help me do here, is to recreate the ancient Roman “flagellum” -- the Roman whip that was used on slaves, prisoners, convicts and enemies of the state as part of their torture before they were crucified. They were whipped with metal-tipped scourges until their bodies were bleeding. It was the initial stage in their torture and punishment to the death.”I looked over at. The second was made at 9:30 P.M., she said that Victoria followed her into the restroom and French-kissed her while Barb finger-fucked her for about three minutes before licking her fingers clean. She also wanted me to call her around 10:00 A.M.I called Barb at the requested time and she answered immediately. As we talked, she told me that her pussy was almost raw from playing with herself because she was in a state of sexual frenzy because Victoria had called her last night once she got off of. I could see the mirth in her eyes and that smile was the closest she could get to a straight face. She shook her head. "Nope."I was confused. "Why not?" Because you need to get used to the idea that women find you attractive," she said."I don't have a problem with that," I said. "I don't want to cause problems because of it." I glanced toward the receptionist. "Like right now. She's still on the phone with someone but ignoring them because of me." How do you know she wouldn't react to you like.