The world greeted me warmly beneath a bright blue sky very nearly everyday as the end of June approached. I had little use for time though. I had no i...ea what the date was or even what day of the week it was. There was daytime and nighttime and that was all. Every few days my Master would shave my sex and underarms, simply because he enjoyed grooming me, I think. I might have preferred it otherwise, but I enjoyed his attentions and I would lick his hand eagerly on those mornings. Occasionally. Itane me usane kuch moti cheez mei gand pe sata di.. Mene bola “abe oye madarchod kya kar raha hai,” me paltu usake pahele ki piche muje pakad liya.. Aur ek jamadi.. Bola “chup leta reh chutiye….! Lakadi ka danda hai….Tum amir log istemal karate ho na…chut marane ke liye khilone, ye mera khilona hai” mene kaha “hata ise mardarchod..” par me kuch karata, usake pahele hi usane thoda andar gusa diya…… ooohhohh mar gaya.. “ kutte nikal bhadave…….! Madar chod.. Teri mako chodiu bhosaki ke benchodd!!. Or, on you... you know, down there?" She indicated what she meant with a brief nod of her head and it was apparent, from her vantage point, that she could make out the bulge of his erection pressing against the fabric of his swimming trunks. The questions she had just posed were asked so matter-of-factly, without any hint of self-consciousness, or implicit disapproval, that Paul was almost taken aback. When they had begun talking about fantasies, he had been hesitant to broach this particular. Lenore, on the other hand, was in her tailored Service Dress, feeling hot and confined. Every time she looked over at him, he seemed smugly comfortable. She'd flown back from Diego last time in a tee-shirt and bluejeans, rather than the Utilities she'd worn onboard the Joy Redux and for the remainder of that weekend.This time, given that the US Military was on a high state of alert, Lenore would travel in uniform. She was traveling as BM2 Collins, though she felt more and more that she should.