When all the formalities were completed, Mikoyan lead them inside.All of a sudden the big relay switches let out a metalic clank and the floodlights c...ame on. Revealed in the centre of the hanger was a sleek jet fighter finished in all over silver.Mikoyan looked like a magician pulling a rabbit out of the hat. Some of his staff clapped, as if they'd never seen it before."Projekt Ye-5," he announced, "the new lightweight interceptor for the Air Force, pending official approval." John nodded and. He pulled back, feeling shame.Her eyes were open, staring at him."I'm sorry," he gasped.She blinked, and licked her lips. Her mouth made sticky noises and he realized her throat was too dry to speak. He got the water pitcher off his dry sink and splashed some into the tin cup he used for drinking just about everything he imbibed. He watched her eyes as her mouth, knowing what to do, tried to sip. Her eyes, though, wandered lazily.He realized she was still befuddled by the laudanum, and heaved a. Poor Lisa was apparently so frightened that she didn’t take time to put on a raincoat or even grab an umbrella, so she arrived, panting, and soaking wet. I grabbed a couple of large pool towels that were just inside the door on a shelf above the washer and dryer and wrapped them around her. She thanked me and gave me a hug that lasted a bit longer and was a bit more intimate than one might expect from a mere hug of gratitude. I was grateful to be on the receiving end of her hug, as was my cock,. Stepping to the side, Madame swung back the stick and then brought it down sharply across the middle of the soft, rounded target. “THWACK!” I heard Lisa hiss between gritted teeth. Another fifteen hard blows were delivered in rapid succession, each acknowledged by the same hissing sound, but nothing else. Because of the angle of the mirror, I was able to see the blows as they struck. Madame then stopped. “You may stand up and leave. The next time it will be fifty. And cover those nipples!” I.