Raw material acquisition (mining).The Order of the Leather Paddle:Planetary Agriculture.Energy Production.The Order of the Breadboard:Household Servic...es.Waste Management and RecyclingThe Order of the Riding Crop:Planetary Transportation.System Self Defense ForcesThe Order of the Tawse:Interplanetary Relations.Interplanetary Commerce.The Order of the Leather Belt:Computer Services.Design and Engineering services.The Order of the Wooden Spatula:Household Construction.Civil Infrastructure.Each. "Is this some kind of underwear?" Sally said, as she examined the tiny garment."No," Marge said, as she and Anne opened their robes revealing the smallest bathing suits the girls had ever seen. "They are 'Wild Weasel' swimsuits." Anne told the shocked teenagers. "We figured that if you are going to sunbathe, you need the right equipment."The girls studied the suits. There was a small triangle of thin cloth with thin strips of elastic attached, and another part was two patches of cloth and more. I thought to myself, 'I reckon if I only 'ad one chance for a fuck, and it was with a bloke instead of a bird, well, they both got arses, and I like fuckin' girls in the arse, so why not a bloke?'I reckon Sam must have been readin' me mind, coz just then she told us to get our drinks and follow her into the main bedroom. When we got there she pulled 'er dress and bra off, and she 'ad a lovely pair of tits. Big and round, with sticky out nipples. One of 'em was even pierced too, and there's. Such was the way things went for several months. Honey was the dutiful housewife while Angel, her stripper persona, worked at Mr. Sarantos club. Charles was so busy trying to keep the landscaping business running, he barely paid any attention to what Honey was up to during the day–so long as she was home when he got home, he was a happy guy. Which worked well for Honey too. She was glad there wasn't a lot of questions or concerns about her daily routine. She had enough time to do her regular.