“I’m a blonde, sir,” I explained. “We are supposed to forget shit.”My irreverent attitude did not endear me to my platoon leader, who was si...ply a few years older than me. He was ruggedly handsome, but all Army. He didn’t play favorites and he was always popping up when I least expected it, which I hated. I know how to do my job and I know how to do it well, but the Lieutenant had a different idea about how things were supposed to be done. I confided to my platoon sergeant about the Lieutenant. “So what are you doing today?” she asked him, looking out the window casually. “Not much, play some games I guess, watch some shows,” he said. Sydnie looked forward again, sneaking a peak at Rick’s bulge. It was definitely growing! She could easily see the shape of his cock bent over to the left. The sight made her pussy tingle. She imagined what it looked like hard, and felt the tingle turn to wetness. She had better be careful! She would die if she suddenly looked down and her shorts were. I guess I went a little wild while I was there, maybe you could call it the forties crisis. I even had a tattoo made. Me, the person always saying tattoos were too permanent for me. But, yes, I had a tattoo, just in my left inner wrist of the BDSM symbol. I’ve wanted to do it ever since I recognized my submissive nature and so I finally did it. Anyway, my watch will cover it most of the times. Although, right then I wasn’t wearing it, since I left it back home. And there I was, with an eight. "You would have to be a complete fool to do this. There is no way I'm going to help you throw your life away."Kyle walked to her, sweeping her up in his arm. "I love you, Christy." Sweet talking me is not going to convince me to help you with this stupid plan!" She squirmed, trying to break free of his grasp. "Let's talk with everyone. You can't make this decision without consulting all your wives!"His lips brushed her ear. "Trust me," he whispered.She stiffened."I'm going to surrender to.