“I see you know what I’m talking about but that wasn’t what brought this about no matter how reprehensible your conduct was in that area but thi...s.”From my pocket I produced the damning letter and with much fanfare removed it from its envelope. Next I perched my half spectacles on the end of my nose, cleared my throat and began to read.“Dear Santa;How are you? I am fine and I hope you and your reindeer and elves are good too. I’m not writing you this letter to ask you for any Christmas presents.. My right hand then ran over your nipples, and tracing the outline of your breasts... mmmm they feel so firm, I had to squeeze a nipple a few times... My left hand then moved directly between your legs and my fingers rested on the entrance to your pussy and clit. your eyes keptlooking at me then my crotch. I was very horny, with my dick bulging in my pants. You knew you couldn't just do what you wanted so asked me if you could touch my dick. I nodded and the feel of your hand made me want to. It was eight hour shifts in three 4pm to midnight, three midnight to 8am and three 8am to 4pm, but much better and not so tiring as the three on three off on a remote missile site from which commuting to and from meant two days off only and of course I was left alone, but thankfully one of his colleagues wife’s I stayed with to help battle loneliness. In the next apartment to ours lived a single Army Captain assigned to Ft Lewis directly next to the Air Base. Frank Stammers was a staff officer. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a pirate king, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her friends, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real."I have to admit…I've had fantasies." Of being a slave?"Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her wrists. "How does this feel, Naya?.