As the supersonic airliner whisked them across the Atlantic, Mioki was pensive. She loved this man with all her heart and soul. She, obviously, was pr...pared to do anything to keep his favor, but she wondered why -- why must she continue to debase herself in order to keep his affection? For all his philosophy of freeing herself, she did not feel free at all. In fact, with each outrageous act she committed, Mioki felt as if a net were closing round her. Instead of shedding convention, her. It was sitting in the dirty display window of the rundown curios shop. Just an old brass New York City subway token. Pretty beat-up looking, too, with spots of corrosion and green crud. No, it couldn't be that token, not hardly, but still, it was a token. Dave paid the buck fifty the old geezer behind the counter wanted for it.Sheeit! The guys would laugh their asses off if they found out. Yeah, he'd really been taken for a ride on that one. Paying good money for a magic token. Oh, well, a. "Fair enough. That made me feel like a fucking boss, and right as she closed the door, I get a phone call from my Platoon Sergeant. Gotta show up to the battery at four in the morning. Looks like The Chew out session as expected. So I get there a quarter till three, and my Platoon Sergeant, my Platoon Leader, my First Sergeant, my Commander, and Captain Douchebag were already there. Next thing I knew, I was getting my ass chewed between my Commander and top. In between keeping eye contact with. I had seen pictures of them and, of course, the sex movies my folks had hid from us that we found years ago and would watch every chance we got. Bill and I both decided that the men in those pictures and movies were not normal, that real men did not have dicks that big. After seeing just how big Uncle John is, I then thought that maybe when boys grow up, that their dicks grew also and when they became men, they would all have a cock as big as Uncle John's. Over the years Bill and I listened.