I had a sergeant that would cry like a baby every time we came back from a successful mission. On the mission, he was a machine, servicing targets, le...ding his squad, always putting the mission first, but he would come back to camp, crawl into his sleeping bag and cry for hours. I asked once, and he just shrugged. It was his way of releasing stress. The thing is this, and listen close, because I am sick of saying it. You got the job done. You held it together, even led during the crisis and. A couple experiences with friends when I was young, and then not much for a couple years.. then the opportunity to explore again came up. A friend of mine told me about the local bath house, and the times to be had.I have been there 3 times.. but nothing compares to the first night I spent there when I was 23.There were about 15 other men there that night. All ages, mostly older (which I LOVE) lolI was in the hot tub with 2 other men. We were talking, touching and having a good time. Both. He looked at me for which seemed an eternity and then asked if I was okay. He grasped my leg and started to examine it. As luck would have it, he was just filling in for his brother’s team and was actually a physiotherapist by occupation. He offered to treat me for the injury as he had caused it himself. It was about 10.30am when I arrived at the clinic. There were photos mounted on the wall of all the staff. I located Paul and went into wait. His photograph reminded me of how gorgeous he was. I just can’t stop it... Shudder, shudder ... jerking, jerking ... “Ah ... ah ... ah ... aahh ...” my little gasping cries emerge, I find I am almost on my knees. She gets up and smacks my face viciously. I see stars, hear bells ring. Another slap. I reel to one side. But, by some incredible effort of will, I show no resentment. “Stand up, Julia ... is there something wrong with you?” “N-no ... M-Mistress,” I reply humbly. But oh, the effort! The Master passes his magazine to her. “Look at those.