When she rubbed my ass, I flinched at the slight burn that was still left over from this morning. "What's the matter did something hurt?" Cassy asked...."Nah it's just from this morning ... Aunt Am..." I caught myself too late. "Aunt Amy what?" Tori asked smelling blood. "Did she spank your ass? Why?" More suspicion than sympathy in her voice. "It's nothing..." I said, trying to be nonchalant. "Tell me. Why?" "She caught me masturbating this morning after Cassy left." "What do you mean after. Bondman. I’ll do whatever you say.” The words wereweak and hoarse, and her voice cracked with fear as shesurrendered completely to his lurid designs. Ginny knewher only way out was to give this terrible man what hewanted, and get away as soon as she could. She couldn’tbegin to think about anything beyond that — like howshe could ever hope to continue being Mrs. FredDennison, or even how she could bring herself to tellher husband or anyone else about this horrible. Fortunately, he got the guy on the hip and it was merely painful. As for the attacker, he lasted about a quarter of a second after that; three bolts and a bullet -- maybe from my .45, since the private fired it -- put him away. There were a few screams, but a couple of Marines hustled the other occupants of the booth out of the room. Later, I was told that they went to interrogation to see what they knew about local Earth First activities -- and two of the three were released.There were nine of. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.Cory said, "You're not going to wrestle in that I hope. You're wearing the thong, right?" Yes," I said.She said, "Well let's see it, big boy. We all want to see you in your pretty little green thong before I strip you of it."She had such confidence - and that's the second time I was called "big boy."With each piece of clothing I removed, the crowd let out a few hoots with applause and cheers. One of my long-time fantasies has been to be a male stripper,.