Resilience had long been one of his favorite qualities in the girl. She was undoubtedly fucking someone. Janey was always fucking someone, or so he he...ard. If she didn’t have anyone, there was always Matt to fall back on. He growled at the thought of it. Of all the people, she had to have picked his best friend. He was so wrapped up in his pacing that he didn’t hear the door creak open and shut. ‘Hey.’ The voice was feminine with a sultry rasp, which meant Michelle. He turned with a sigh. ‘Hey.’. He fingered the tops of her panties, testing the elastic top. In one motion his hand went sliding inside them, pulling her toward him. She still didn't utter a word or express any indication of his invasion. His hands disappeared into her small silk panties. Her smooth, supple flesh filled the spaces between his fingers as his hand explored her bare skin. Her body was next to his, slighting bumping into each other with the vibrations of the train. Mr Kobaiyoshi wasted no time as his index. “Thank you, Master,” she breathed at last, and the last vestiges of her tension left her body. My slave twisted just enough to look over her shoulder at me, her heart and soul bare and exposed and raw in the deep, dark pools of her eyes. I lived for that look. “Thank you so much. I… really needed that. I didn’t even realize how badly.” I wrapped her up in my strong arms, crushing her to me, still slid up inside the beautiful warmth of her body. “I’m always here for you, my slave. I know. The 747-200 had already made the trip, leaving forty minutes earlier with the men from Morton.When we landed the place was full of men and women, this time in JBG uniforms as it should be. Uniforms were part of discipline, moral, order and ended the preverbal question of who are you? Do you belong here?This was what Fort Dean had been built for - to be used aggressively, not like the day we made the un-announced stop.The road into Fort Dean had been paved as I had told Andy to have done. It was.