She called and told me all about your punishment."I stepped back and covered my chest, "No!"Rachael smiled, "Yes, she did. And do I have this right? Y...ou disobeyedher and that's why you are being punished?" Something like that..." I muttered.Rachael reached out and gently squeezed the bra cups, pressing thetacks into my breasts. "Does this hurt?" she asked."Not really," I said, "just little points." Fascinating," Rachael allowed my to pull my shirt back on and buttonit closed. "Well, I just came. His hands were chapped from rough work, his face weathered and tanned from outdoor labor. He wore a small white mustache and his voice seemed too soft for his rough exterior. The most interesting thing about him was his eyes, They were a dark brown, soft and kind. I felt like I could trust him.As the time wore on he kept buying me beer. By last call he offered to take me home, I was in no condition to object. The bartender assured me my car would be safe in the parking lot. I felt bad that gary. Although she’d been at work, her crisp white blouse was pristine and her skirt, possibly a bit too short for a thirty-something, look like it had just come from the cleaners. She was elegant and loved the looks she got from men as they studied her long, shapely legs and the sway of her hips as she walked. It was a turn-on and, a much needed stimulation for her night-time fantasies.Carol had elected to live alone since her husband had had a silly thought. He thought the road was straight! . "Ma'am," was the reply from her trainee. "Continue your duties engineer. Trace that feed for me." She statedbriskly. "Yes, ma'am." She heard his footsteps get closer. When she judged he was close enough,she turned and presented all of the regal weight thirty-five years inservice of the Imperial fleet could present. She saw his steps falterand an uncertain look on the young mans face. Julian let the silence hang in the air for a couple of heartbeats. "Thisisn't a slave auction at a remote.