She smiled as she remembered Friday night with Scott. He would have gotten three and a half stars after his check mark.She finally decided on just the...date and a check mark and got out a pen and brought the notebook up to date. There were the three guys from the first weekend, Dan, and then Scott from Friday night. That made five in one week after years and years of only Jake. She wondered how many of those years Jake had been cheating on her. No matter; the one she knew about was enough. She. Since I had recently become my Daddy's little pantyhosed cumdumpster, I was often asked to join him when he went out. I had a travel bag that was full of make up, pantyhose, a couple of wigs, a couple of outfits, and a couple pair of heels and things like butt plugs, anal beads, whips, blindfolds and handcuffs...you know, fun shit! Before we left, Daddy showed me the outfit he bought me: a super short, white pleated skirt, a tight, pastel pink top, a white pair of ruffled ankle socks, and. The water - freezing cold - washed the rawness away with the chemical. My erection had predictably been constant, even when she had roughly torn the dried glaze away from my testicles, stretching the skin out so it became quite translucent, me growling like some animal, it had been almost completely unabated. Even the idea of cold showers was a myth to me personally. So, what had been my long-time favourite appendage, since I'd first learned the wanking trick, was certainly getting exercise. In the silence a voice from the bar called out, “Hey, it’s Lieutenant Steward! Lieutenant, come on back here!” The invitation seemed to release the tension in the room and the voices resumed. I walked back to the bar and saw Private Borden and Lance Corporal Michaels from Second Squad.The bar was fitted out as a British pub, with low, dark timbers and a darts tournament going on in one corner. A song by the Eurythmics was playing.“Hey, guys,” I said, “What’s up?”“Oh, not much,” said Michaels,.