The rhythmic bumping of a trolley sounded from the hallway, and then I heard the door to the next room chirping and clicking open. A disappointed sigh...drew forth from me, because it sounded as if there was no wall at all. Any guilty pleasures I gifted to myself would have to happen in silence. The door fell shut again and then there was silence. Perhaps it wasn’t that bad. I drew the cloth between my legs and had to bite down a small moan. Later, I promised myself while I rinsed away the. .PLEASE!!.. I ought to be spanked don't you think?" Get dressed Girl, come with me to my office I am late enough already!" Jenny shot upstairs, dried herself off, dressed in a short cotton dress in light blue, buttons all down the front, white panties and bra, white 4" heels. She left the bottom 3 buttons open, showing a lovely length of thigh, they left for the station, Jenny said " Mike you know I finger myself, are you really angry?" " No " replied Mike, " I am going to use this incident. The Recruit CPO gave me a copy of my instructions as the company Master-At-Arms. I read the booklet, and thought I understood what was expected of me, even though I was 19 years old, and had no idea what it meant to be responsible. Over the next few weeks, I got to know my brothers-in-arms a little better. I was able to set up a rudimentary fire watch schedule, and learned the requirements for marching small squads of men to and fro. Any leadership I displayed came directly from the written. That's when I was introduced to all the other personnel at the site, and had a strenuous day coming up to speed on my job responsibilities. Everyone is very nice and cordial, and I could tell that there is a lot of camaraderie there, even between the professional staff and the oil rig workers. I worked most closely though with Chakir and Majid, and we had another great dinner together in the dining room after my first long day on the job.Following dinner, we went back to our room and took turns.