At 1800 hours we will have a memorial service for the fallen."I was one of the first questioned. The questions went on and on and on. No, I didn't kno... what happened—I was gone most of the day and the entire night. The police investigator asked me a lot of questions because, aside from Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders, I knew more about those dead boys than anybody else at Mackie. I had missed breakfast. At lunch, the investigator gobbled down a sandwich and guzzled coffee. I didn't even get. They started bathing me while it i was barely breathing in my hood with gag on. One of them stqrted stroking my penis and then stopped when I was about to cum. After the special bath that will let my hair grow ever again on any pary of my body. Then came my dress. As my boobs were sticked with adhesive glue they were too unable to take it of. The dress was of pink latex and was of 1 peixe. They somehow inerted me into that dress. When they made me look into the mirror. The dress was a single. I pulled my tongue out of her, and moved my attentions to her clit again. I sucked the nub in my mouth, and batted at it with my tongue. That made her hips buck hard, and she came up far enough off my dick that I heard her moan rather loudly. I took that moment to be thankful I had tinted windows. While I was nibbling on her clit, I caught sight of her asshole, peeking out from between her ample asscheeks. I decided I had to have some, and maneuvered my way up to it. I licked around it, only. We eventually set a date and time to meet up at her place so I could lose my virginity. I got to her place around 1 in the afternoon, was extremely nervous, not knowing what was going to happen. I rang the doorbell and she was waiting for me and opened the door and she welcomed me in and gave a hug and then went to her room. The room was dim light with only a night lamp on, with some music playing. I sat down on the bed and she turned the TV on to watch just to ease the nerves. She came and sat.