?Come on slave, you can do better than that.??Please Mistress Anita, burn my nipple with your cigarette.?Anita holds the end of her cigarette just ove... my nipple. I can feel the heat. She puts the tip of the cigarette on my nipple for what seems like a long time. I scream from the pain. She laughs.Anita finishes her cigarette and unties me. ?Put the lounger away, get your stuff together and go.??Yes Mistress Anita.? I pull up the stakes, get dressed, and go home.The sunburn took almost a week. "Ready to go. Thank you. You are very nice, to help." she giggled. I then walked out of the pool area. I moved to my right, to let Stacey walk next to me. "I think, I should drop off my stuff in my room. Then go look for my girls." she said. I smiled and walked with her down the hallway. We followed the signs for the elevator. The door open. She walked inside. I touched the 7th floor button. We made some more small talk as we got to her floor. The door open and we walked out.I looked over my. .” I thought.“Prince Michael?” he asked.I was too surprised that he used my title to respond. I just nodded.“Welcome to Pearl Harbor, your highness,” he said. “I’m sorry we were not informed of your visit so we could have been better prepared. However, Sergeant Stooksbury here will be glad to personally escort you to the memorials.”And he did. After a few stiff moments, mostly about their inspection of my sword, we headed out. Eventually, the Sergeant, who happened to be from Erwin, Tennessee,. I said, waha nahi hai, aur neeche hai, he gave another slap on my buttock and said tera chooth tho wo paad diya hai, tere gaand ko hi marna hai ab, kyun gaand marwayi nahi hai? I didn’t answer. Actually my husband never had done this. He was trying hard to insert it in my buttock hole but it was not going even an inch of his penis. He got up and said his friend, wo gaandu iske gaand nahi mara hai saala and he asked the room service to bring some cream. Mean time room service boy bring the cream.