My hands are on your naked butt, and I can feel the lingering warmth of the spanking. I move my hands to the waistband of the skirt, unbutton it and p...ll the zip down, you lean back just enough to maintain the kiss and allow the skirt to fall. Before your skirt even hits the floor, my hands are back on your peach of an arse, a description made more apt thanks to its newly acquired pink glow. You now move your hands to the bulge in my shorts, totally aware that you are the sole reason for my. “Then why don’t you?” Before I could say anything, the pressure was back, even stronger than before. My bladder felt like it would burst, and I had only one option left. Although my cheeks flamed crimson red and prickled when everything but Erin had made their way in front of me to watch the spectacle, there was nothing I could do. I let go. The pee shot out of me in a wide, hissing stream that splashed into the pool. Bridget was pointing a video camera right towards me with one hand and slowly. He wasn't happy to see me. I, on the other hand, was delighted to see him in his new office. I locked the solid wood door as I closed it. I then told him what a dickhead he was, and proceeded to beat the holy shit out of him. It took a while for the MPs to break in, so by the time they got in there, the son of a bitch was about dead. 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 that's where I. After catching my breath following the assault on the tiny bald pussy, I climbed back onto the bed with Amy as she flailed about in extreme anger. I grabbed her throat and looked her in the eye and said “remember what I said? Thrashing around like this isn’t making you position any better.” With those words, she calmed down and stopped fighting her restraints. I rolled her over onto her chest and once again took her nicely shaped, well toned hips in my hands. I took my time admiring her skin.