”“Good order and discipline?” Sensei Jim laughed. “You’re quoting the UCMJ?”“I know my audience,” I grinned. “You know how many frie...ds I have in the Navy, Sensei. And you’ve met my dad.”“Who obviously did NOT run his household with military order and discipline.”“No kidding,” I chuckled. “But then again, neither do I. But do you take my point?”He nodded, “I do. But you also know that awarding a medal is conducive to good order and discipline, even if the medal is awarded to the freshest-faced. Do you have anything with you?"Wynne stopped for a moment. He wanted to touch her skin again. Was shegoing to let him? A part of her still felt strange about letting a mantouch her, but hadn't she though that through earlier and decided tojust go for it? She couldn't quite remember exactly the thought processshe'd gone through, but she remembered the conclusion: Girls just wantto have fun.What she did remember was that Lana and Amanda had given her sometanning oil that she had placed in her. It was late in the day when I came to the roadside tavern, a small place as they go. I took care of my horse, used the privy and once inside found a circle of men in one corner, spectators to some sort of event. I got a beer and joined them, elbowing a few aside to see what was going on.Rape was what was going on.A big man with his white britches hanging loose at his knees along with his black galluses was buggering a good-sized young woman at the end of a table. The girl was spread out,. I risked turning my head slightly so I could see tracy. She was now rippling her stomach muscles and doing something weird with her breathing. Whatever she was doing evidently helped pull the enema into her intestines because the bag emptied in almost no time after that.As soon as Mistress Gloria pulled the nozzle out of tracy’s ass, she said, “You have five minutes, starting now.”Tracy flopped over onto her back and put her hands between her legs. She was pushing the fingers of one hand in and.