“Please….. PLEASE MASTER!!!” she let out almost crying. Chris returned to sucking her clit and fingering Tasha and probed her butt with his pink.... She gasped “No, not that; I’m not ready”. In a booming almost growl Chris barked “What did I say Tasha?! You are MINE tonight; you’ll do whatever I want!”. “….yes Master” she said lightly almost sheepishly “… I trust you”. “Good girl” he said returning to her clit. His fingers back inside massaging and his pinky lightly pressing inward on her butt.. At least, they had sent me an envelope from the G-2 with orders that said I was promoted to Staff Sergeant and a wad of script that amounted to a full months pay at the new pay scale. It made me realize that I hadn’t been paid for almost a year and I wondered if they just let that accumulate in some account until I was able to make it back to some actual administrative office. The Gunnery Sergeant that ran the armory invited me to join him on an expedition to the “White Elephant” for some booze. So back to a tent, preferably with a big gulp on it, where there were gays or shemales: The Odeon Cellar, or the DOK. There was one shemale around that I noticed. A Brazilian woman with beautiful firm breasts. When my friends were home I spoke to her. Inside she suggested to go to my room and I liked that, after all I had drunk enough for it. Once inside we were lying on my bed after a few minutes of kissing. She kissed wonderfully, a big tongue that penetrated deep into my mouth. I pulled her. They were about ten to fifteen years my senior. Both were tall and lean in build, and to use an old, yet apt cliché, they appeared to make a handsome couple. I say appeared, because as I would find out, their outward conformity in looks didn’t match their internal animosity toward each other. By most anyone’s account, Jack was a brutally handsome man, and his good looks were matched only by his reputation with the ladies. His dalliances with female clients and the office secretarial pool were.