Gretel had been someone special, and it had changed the way he thought. He was still a man with considerable wanderlust. But Gretel meant he was no lo...ger a loner with wanderlust. Both he and Gretel had more of it then their fair share and it made for an ideal pairing.Still, the Caldwell Limited, as they liked to call home, provided a bit of stationary permanence. They didn't take it where ever they went, but since they put it together it was moved no less then once every five years.John fully. She was further surprised to find abundant parking spaces right next to the building she was looking for, identified as Headquarters, Ft. Riley and 1st Infantry Division.But most surprising of all was the response when she told a young man with a single dull brass bar on his collar why she was there, what she had been through so far, that she expected answers, and that she wasn't leaving until she got them. He simply smiled and said someone would be with her in a moment. Then he offered her a. Suddenly another slap across my ass rang out. I winced but said nothing just letting the sting wash over my ass. "Bitch, you should thank me for that." "Thank you Master, please use me as you wish" was all I could think of to say. "Don't worry, I will".Several more slaps on my ass were administered and he gently ran his finger around my boi pussi. I felt some liquid being poured on my hole and then there was a finger inside of me. "I will want this ready for later", he said. "Yes Master" was my. Just try not to stare at her tits, okay?” He added, “And the way she looks today, it’ll be tough. Hurry up, I gotta go jerk off in my office.”“Okay,” I said, recalling my dad saying the caddy master was a little off. But it was a chance to earn some money! I lugged the bags out to the first tee. I saw an older guy and said, “Hi, I’m Ben.”“Yeah, okay,” he said. “I’m riding in a cart. My wife, as you’ll see, likes to keep in shape, so she’ll be walking.”All the talk about Ms. Kent had me.