He has no place here. He has to go. That’s all I have to say. For now.”Frosty’s glare sent chills up my spine; she was not somebody to be trifle... with. About twenty-five years younger than me, Belinda was, despite the thin faint vertical dimple slashed across the right side of her lips, a strikingly handsome woman with eyes of different colors. The effect was striking. Her right eye was hazle, while on her left side, an intensely blue eye peered out from beneath long strands of brown hair, so. Keeping an eye on me, he yelled back over his shoulder, “Sergeant Jenkins!”Sergeant Jenkins was the senior drill instructor, a staff sergeant, and our company commander. He came over after a couple of minutes to find the corporal and me still standing facing each other in sand ring. “Corporal Jones?”“I think we’ve got us a karateman here! I just thought you might want to watch,” said Corporal Jones.“There’s always one,” replied Jenkins with a light laugh. “He’s all yours.”Oh shit! Jones laughed. Fucking my quick and rough. I was now ready.The dildo was big and I mounted it. It restricted my movements somewhat but felt good. As I started the dildo moved in and out of my on long strokes. The faster I drove the fasted the dildo went.Again I lost control as I came, I tried to steer it into the mountain side of the road but the car bounced off then went over the side. Over and over I went. We counted later, the car rolled 32 times before come to rest. I hurt bad this time. I was bleeding. You stop and pull away, you take off the blindfold. I am an uncontrolled mass of emotions. You are a controlled, disciplined artist playing my body like a fine instrument. You stand back and watch my face. You smile at the unashamed need and raw hunger you see. Your pleased that you have broken through all my prudish defensive. You remove the scarf from my wrists , then the ropes from my ankles and help me to sit up on the edge of the bed. ‘What do you want me to do’, I ask weak with desire..