George watched the women strip and gave them money. George loved women but the bonus was they were pregnant. He found women who were pregnant were b...autiful. He found his cock was getting stiff in his pants. He would arrange for a lap dance. He wanted to play with their breasts and would find out if they would like to screw for a bigger tip. He would do that first and finish the night off drinking milk from some of the ladies in the “milk bar.” George watched all the dancers dance and. No sounds other than the beat of the crop against her. Now she wanted it. She could not see, but tried to shift her pussy forward. The patting was what she needed, just higher. Even in the dark, she knew she was swelling, probably beginning to drip. It would not go on her legs, they were open too wide. She wanted to scream for it, but would not give him the satisfaction—she knew it was useless anyway, he had told her.Then, whoosh, whoosh, two more passes that just barely ticked her nips. No. She kissed me hard and she kissed me pleasurably. Our hands joined in as we held one another in that matter, moving them up, and down but always holding on to one another at the very same time. I grew horny. I grew harder. Her hand found its way into my crotch, petting it and pressing down on it a little harder each time. I heard her moaning ever so slightly as her hand worked its way over my crotch. “You want to get out of your clothes?” she said. I said yes and before I even had a chance to. I hadn't spent many nights out at a bar drinking. But this was one of those times. I didn't want to go to the Officer's Club where the Brass could see me, so I went off base to one of the many bars outside the gates. Our curfew without a pass was midnight. I didn't have to be in my room by that time but I did have to be on base.I was still at the bar at 11:00 and had no intention of leaving. Let 'em throw me in the brig I told the bartender; at that point I didn't care. There was an E7 (Chief.