She relaxed, the good sub she is. I pushed the tip against her arse. She was right. It was a virgin ass but with a little nudge the thick part entered...her. It fit snug.I helped her of my lap and directed her to sit on it. She innocently sat halfway down my thighs but I slapped her ass for that. I wrapped an arm around her and lifted her up as I pulled her closer to me. She tensed but I whispered she didn't need to be afraid of her arse because it was protected now.She relaxed but before she. As a kid, I’d steal her cookie, candy, some sort of treat and run. Then she would chase me and try to swat me for being a ‘thieving knave’. If she caught me, she would tickle me until I gave the purloined treasure back, but if I was able to consume the item before being captured then she would pretend to spank me to teach me a lesson. I always ended up in gales of giggles as a consequence no matter what. All done in fun. Now we would regress to that ploy and rig the results to be rather. There were a couple of staff sergeants writing furiously in journals, the covers of both read, ARMY Acquisitions, 1969. Jack and Sultry Flintkote: contributors. and a series of corporals standing in the doorway waiting their turn. Everybody had machine-guns of some type.The headings were: WEAPON | MUSEUM NUMBER | COUNTRY | SERIAL NUMBER | YEAR MFG | VALUE | CONDITION |Each carrier held a weapon with the same information on an embossed brass tag hardwired to the frame. There was also a lead seal. I looked back and saw my favorite hoodie still sitting on the chair. “Wait Michelle let me put on my jacket.” I said trying to turn in protest to her excited blabbering about seeing hot guys, and trying on that furry jacket that would come tight in the middle so people would just have to stare at her. “Sarah its like five hundred degrees outside, besides the sun is going down and we need to go now before the clinic closes at five.” “rrr... fine.” I said protesting because all I had on was a.