Message-ID: <55717asstr$1177578601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: t39g2000prd.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: stephanie7gif@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1177553680.259344.41430@t39g2000prd.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:14:49 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.0.11) Gecko/20070312 Firefox/1.5.0.11,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: t39g2000prd.googlegroups.com; posting-host=69.133.192.15; posting-account=oAp-zA0AAABWg4MgjK1_foceM87flvVA X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 25 Apr 2007 19:14:40 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} The Mediterranean Deal - 017 Lines: 34 Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2007 05:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/55717> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: Sagittaria, newsman http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/ Desfarges had a Master's Cabin, where he normally slept, but he liked to keep a secure office and bedroom too, and he had deliberately located them close to the bridge. A strong door separated the two areas, and Melissa tapped her code on the keypad and waited for the door to slide open. Desfarges was inside, watching an array of display screens. On one, she saw a live feed from Stephanie's cabin; their guest was taking a shower. On another screen, she saw herself a few minutes back in time, wiping Stephanie's leg with the washcloth. "Did you watch us?" she asked. "But of course," Desfarges answered. "It was very agreeable. What is her story?" Melissa recounted everything. "Hmmm. It is strange that she should arrive just after I left, don't you think?" "Well, she showed up first at 8 a.m., before you left. I wouldn't read too much into the coincidence." Desfarges nodded. "Stay with her. Show her around. I have business to attend to here." On the screen, Stephanie had reached the point of climax, and Desfarges paused to watch and listen, sighing with contentment when it was over. "She's still in the shower. Go and scrub her back." http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+