I was even toying with the idea of selling her to NASA, but I had not come to a final conclusion.The space ship was not damaged by the explosion, even... though the blast had been powerful enough to lift the ex-submarine a few feet off the ground. As a matter of course, we always set the impervious field on when a ship was standing idle so that it would not be damaged by any number of possible incidents, sabotage being one of them.Our security crew was good, but they were not perfect. They. "I can see how some people might like that," I said."Cindy and her girlfriend are switches like us. Emanuelle is adominatrix, and I infrequently use that word," she said."Why?" I asked."I only use the word when someone doesn't allow their partner to makedecisions. Emanuelle has her boyfriend under her thumb," she said."Is Emanuelle like you, Cindy, and Naisa?" I asked."Do you mean, is she a crossdresser?" she asked."Yes, that's what I mean," I said."It was hard to tell at first. Finally, when. Her panties were soaked as they hit the floor, and her nipples ached to be rubbed. She licked two fingers then began swirling them around her nipples. Her other hand dashed for her box, and two fingers dove into her hole. She used her palm to rub against her clit as she fingered herself. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Michael, her last boyfriend, was there with her, shoving his dick inside her. The image worked, as she stifled her moans, and came on her fingers. As her orgasm. "What are we going to do Dave?" she asked looking up at me,I pulled her too me and inhaled the fresh smell of her body, this was the question I'd been dreading, because although I knew what I wanted, I really didn't know how Mickey viewed the future, our future, if there was one!"I honestly don't know sweetheart, what do you want to do?"I could hardly here her reply she whispered it so softly, but my heart leapt as I thought I'd heard what I wanted to hear!"Say that again Mickey, I didn't hear.