.but Marcie could. It was the smell he usually smelled at Vaingirls, a mixture of makeup, nail polish, hairspray, etc., a VERY feminine smell. Mi...e was apprehensive; what the hell was going on? Marcie was delighted; play time! Continuing on autopilot, his dual personalities sending him mixed messages, Mike turned the corner into his family room. And he stopped dead in his tracks. Six women, dressed and made up for an elegant evening out faced him, two standing to his left, two. One of the local pilots who was actually copilot on a DC54 famous “Gooney Bird” an aurcraft that had been in service since the Second World War had gone through basic training with me but unlike me he,d been accepted for officer,s training(no way did I want to be an officer) and was now a first lieutenant! We officially weren,t supposed to socialise due to officers and enlisted men taboo, but off base in civilian clothing we had a few drinking sessions together so he knew I planned to fly to. She stood facing me, and reached down and nervously unbuttoned her blouse, before pulling it off and standing there in her bra. I looked at her big tits encased in a sensible white bra, and licked my lips in anticipation, thinking back to what they looked like three days previously when I had seen them for the first time. “Leave your bra on Belinda,” I told her, “and turn around.” Belinda obeyed, turning around, and giving me a good view of her sexy pert butt, tightly encased in the. ?That’s right,? my husband said between breaths. ?That’s good.? I began to sob as a tremor quivered down the length of my body. ?You like that?? the man asked. ?You like seeing my hands all over her tits?? ?Yeah, yeah,? my husband said. ?Now, get rough with her. Slap her around a bit.? The first slap split my lip and I tasted the metallic tang of blood. ?Ooh!? my husband said, ?that was nice. A few more times. Harder.? The slaps came in a quick.