They took me out, threw me in the brig, and sent him to Reed (It was called the brig cause it was run by the Navy)."Then came the Court Martial, and t...at's where I met Charlie Westford. He was my defense attorney. A young Army Reserve Captain, new to the military, but a good lawyer. Of course, the major's friends (the generals) had stacked the court with their puppets to be sure I would get convicted. All of Charlie's attempts to introduce evidence of the mission were rejected. They found me. ”“What?”“Three ... Master.”SPLAT!“Four, Master.” She was getting control of herself now.SPLAT!“Five, Master.” That’s better, she thought, It hurts like hell but I have control of myself.SPLAT!“Six, Master.”SPLAT! He laid it on much harder than the earlier ones.S-sev-ven, m-Master,” she stammered as she almost lost it to the stronger stroke with the slipper.SPLAT!“Eight, m-Master.”SPLAT!“Ni-ine, Master,” she barely managed.“Thank me for correcting you,” came the curt command. David was enjoying. She couldn't wait to taste his hot sweet cum. She could taste the sweet pre-cum leaking out.All of a sudden he said, "I'm cumming."He pulled it out of her mouth. He stroked his cock hard and fast, it shot all over her face and hair. Spurt after spurt, she couldn't believe how much came out. Her face was covered.He said, "your guy is still watching."She took her fingers and scooped it up off her face and put his cum in her mouth. She did it again and again until she had gotten almost all of it.. Thanks for the lift!"Sarah put her key in lock, smiled and kissed Alan's cheek, then turned the key and stepped inside.2.2The text message from Sarah just said: Hi Honey! Can you ring me? Alan rang back straight away."—Thanks, Sweetie! I was wondering if you'd be able to give me a lift to my Dance Aerobics class this evening. I know it's short notice and I'll get a cab if you're busy." —No, that should be okay! What time?" —Brilliant! Say, seven o'clock. Thank you—you're a star!"Alan Ayre went.