I really want to have sex, and I have decided today is the day. We take our shirts off, and he helps me remove my bra. I am a 38 C cup size, my breast...s are very firm and perky. We are kissing so deeply, and Steve lays me down. His hands are massaging my breasts. I have never felt anything like this before. I am moaning as he is playing. He then begins to suck my nipples. I start to squirm. He then begins to bite my nipples and they are rock hard. He is moving his hands up and down, and twirling. Mike and I then proceeded to inspect the riggings and the various lines that controlled the sails. It was clear that he took the safety of the vessel very seriously and his attention to detail was reassuring. It was something that needed to be done before we got under way. My boss was far more experienced at this than myself, but I had learned a lot from the relatively brief amount of time I had spent sailing with him. I found sailing to be a very peaceful, relaxing pursuit. The day looked very. That one! The GIB said it again."What else can go wrong?" Although he didn't frame it in those words ... no ... not exactly."What the fuck is that?" was what he actually said ... but it meant, What else can go wrong?'That' was a largish silvery object with a huge hole in the side and the Mig flew into it.And STOPPED.Slowly lowered to the floor inside the hole in the side of the unidentified what ever ... the Mig-31 stopped ... the engine still operating stopped ... by its own self. The canopies. Who the hell was I becoming?The room was a sumptuous assortment of rare woods and inlays, and rows upon rows of books. I saw the table in front of the leather sofa; the concierge led me onto all fours on top of it. The table surface was covered with hardwood diamond inlays mixed with ivory details. Steel rings set flush with the wooden surface lined the rim of the table."Keep your head down and don't get curious." The concierge buckled leather restraints around my wrists and padlocked them.