He was partially blocked by a desk but as he seemed to be rummaging through a clip board, she could see that in a garbage can next to the desk was wha...t appeared to be the clear dry cleaning bag. She recognized the logo on it. The man who appeared to be cute, slender in build with light brown hair, had grabbed a backpack and rather hastily made his way around the desk and back into the main library. Staying a short distance behind she followed him and found that he seemed to be retracing his. She stroked the inside of my thigh down to the base of my cock. I was struggling, with the Amazons I was able to endure by thinking about my Mistress out there, now She was the one torturing me. She started twirling the tip of the feather around my asshole, teasing it, stroking it up my sack and up the shaft of my cock and back down while I lay there fighting with all my will to stay flaccid. She teased and fondled me but I was waiting for her command before I would let my cock grow. She. I want to make sure they will survive the impact. The army tried. They used a bunch of big parachutes and put the AFVs, you know armored fighting vehicles, on pallets with rockets that fired just before touchdown to cushion the landing, but the suckers always broke. If it wasn't the drive train that broke, it was the weapons systems. The Soviets had the same problems, and their solution was to use parachute infantry in a sacrificial assault to secure an airfield, and then land planes to roll. So far there hadn’t been any contest, so if all went well he should be able to move in on Friday and spend the weekend on the lake. All his current stuff was in a storage pod at the port.That was the way interplanetary moves happened. You rented a storage pod and packed your belongings into it, then once it was closed up, the contents went into a sort of stasis where nothing could move and thus get damaged. The trick was you couldn’t ship anything organic in a storage pod, but plants and pets.