”“Lt.” is what we called Adam Crawley. He was like twenty-four or so, and a West Point graduate, which meant he knew people in high places. Me? ... was nineteen and from small town America, and when I say small town, our little mid-western town had a flashing yellow light and there were twenty three people in my high school graduation class, most of them country hicks and guys who didn’t know how to handle a tall, lanky blonde with an attitude.I went in the Army to travel and to get away from. I was alreadyher closest friend and I sure wanted to keep it that way. At thirteen I sawhigh school knocking and the junior jock competition for fresh freshmenbabes ready to snatch Stacey from my grasp. Up to now I'd beenreluctant--okay, shy-- okay, okay, scared--about showing Stacey just howdeep I cared about her. We went to movies and strolls in the park and videoarcades, but she acted as though I were her big brother taking her out, butshe must've felt deeper than that. Lots of guys on the. It was a bit further but the traffic would be light and it wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes to arrive. She had her shower, washed the breakfast dishes, dressed to make herself noticeable, applied a little more make-up and left.The assembly of light was not a large building but its surrounding were well laid out and there were a lot of flowering shrubs and a very nice garden. A well-dressed man, as black as night was at the door and just for an instant was surprised for this was the first. After a while, She does not cum. She gets off my face and tells us to prepare ourselves for punishment. She has him stand next to the table, back to her, hands on the floor so his ass is exposed for her. And i'm still lying there with my legs tied wide open. She uses a riding crop and whips my inner thighs and pussy, and his ass, alternating back and forth between us. i have never heard a man make the sounds he is making as She whips us. And in spite of myself, being whipped by Her, next to.