He would open the shutters. He would gaze out upon a new world and a new sun. Maybe. He wasn't confident anymore. They said he would not dream, but me...mories tugged at him. Events that could not have happened. Which was real? Making love to his best friend's wife on the eve of departure or the fantasy that he was an astronaut, the commander of the first ever interstellar mission? Perhaps both. The hypersleep was real, he was fairly sure of that. The rest, though... maybe he was hallucinating.. I know he is hard and I know he is pleased with me. I feel his eyes capturing me, sheltering me in his savagery. The soft touch of leather whispers along my breast. It is time. My nipples tighten with anticipation of the coming strike. Seconds turn to minutes; his cruelty is only matched by his patience. He strikes my left breast first. My pussy clamps with the shock. One after the other, he marks what is his. His lash paints the picture of his desire. With each strike my body turns to liquid. I liveon the fifth floor and by the time I got to the street I saw Glenn's carpull up to the curb. He got out, kissed me and opened the car for me,quite a gentleman. I got in and squeezed up next to him when he got in.(Why am I doing this? Why am I acting like a woman? I liked beingtreated this way, and I like the kisses. I know I shouldn't be doingthis but it feels so good.) These thoughts were in my head for the threeminute drive to Anita's house. I held his hand all the way.Arriving at. “Take your blouse off” Jim told her, “The Governor wants to see you fully naked” She opened her mouth to speak. “That’s an extra stroke!” Gina’s fingers quickly reached for her buttons. As she laid the blouse over her knickers and skirt Jim motioned to the settee where the man was sitting. “Over the Governor’s knees” he told her. This was the last thing she wanted. She lay across his knees but he pulled one leg free and put it over the back of her thighs pinning her down across his knee. His.