Even coercingher to perform less common acts would not be notable if she alreadydesired to do such. He conceived of a plan to make her behave in such...away as to demean herself, perhaps even to cause her to feel painfulremorse for her wanton enjoyments. With that in mind, he showered herwith praise. Then he patted her wide and jutting posterior. Finally hecalled her over and caused her to stand alongside him, which was when heslid his hand under her long skirts, ran his fingers up her smooth. I will never forget the feel and the constraint my body wassubjected to at that time. I had to wear it all the time. Three months!You know, I don't remember if I hated those three months or loved them."Marie's high point of the evening was zipping me into my jet blackbustier with the red satin demi-cups. She stood behind me and very veryslowly inched the zipper up from the top of my panted buns to rightabove the middle of my back. With each inch up the bustier gathered moreof me into it and. Exist?" I asked."Obviously, the people in command lost their minds," the Colonel scoffed. "Fools! I can't believe they spread that crap!"I looked at Captain Fletcher. He had flinched more than my people at the Colonel's words. The soldiers felt everyone at the table tense."Funny," I said to the Colonel. "Because a month ago, I killed a vampire right outside this building." Don't be ridiculous!" he replied forcefully. "Vampires don't exist. You probably killed a healthier zombie or a hairless. He is stiff at first but then melts into it just like I did the first time. Our tongues do the dance that they’ve done once before. I can feel his big hands wrap around my tiny waist as he pulls my body into his. We kiss for seconds? Minutes? I’m not entirely sure. All I could feel was the buzz in my lips as his brushed up against mine. I pull away eventually and say trying to catch my breath, “that’s payback for this kiss in the stairwell.”The one girl snorts and I realize that was the girl.