His body was a perfectly tuned machine. His reflexes and movements honed to a razor's edge. Unlike Afghanistan, he could now handle the flow of inform...ation. A detailed map of the facility was available at a thought. Surveillance from the alien ship overhead, and a small gnat-like probe scouting ahead of him, provided continuous updates.The suit mitigated any heat signature and masked his appearance. It could not negate his weight for the ground trembler detectors. Those he couldn't avoid, the. We looked really cute, both sexy but cute. It was a wonderful sight with us looking similar and everybody would know we belong to each other. Dressed like that, with my sissy clit of course in it's cage, we went out to the BBQ. We talked to your brothers and sisters and nobody seemed to mind you be with your sissy slut wearing a red rubber hood. The people were getting drunk, it was hot and the evening went on and on. At some point you could feel in the air that the mood was getting more sexual. Or ... Wait a minute ... Maybe now I can teach him a thing or two myself. I now have enough leather of my own! I laughed hard at that taboo thought.I picked up the VHS tape with the Label "To the Sex Farm" and put it in the recorder. It started as a kind of advertising film. A commercial for recruiting new members of this private Leather bar and sex club. In this commercial I saw tough men and young guys clad in Leather and Jeans pass by. Who all had the same access card as I had found in my. One end of it had been partitioned off, and where the door might have been, there was a pice of plywood covering it with only one small hole located about three feet from the floor, about two and a half to three inches in diameter where he took care of business from the other side. I'd never actually seen Jack (except for a quick glimpse the first time I ever went over there). He was white, about early 50's, maybe five foot eight, or so, with graying hair cut short. It had only been a brief.