.. Her life not hers anymore... The televangelist events were particularly revolting. She recognized one or two donors who she or a girlfriend (or boy...riend!) had modelled for in the aughties... Their guffaws, firm handshakes and double chins! Those hippopotamuses! SCUM!Most days she kept to herself. Stayed in her room. She’d been so angry with Ronald since the Erection that she’d taken her own bedroom and hadn’t spoken to him since the champagne.To think that CREEP would try to HOLD her hand. The very idea of being naked in the presence of beautifully dressed mature women and being used by them in the way she described lit up something in my mind that was entirely new and highly desirable. Although I had never thought that I might be a sexual fetishist I knew that I wanted to be a part of it very strongly indeed.“Madam,” I said in my most formal manner, “I find your proposition extremely attractive and it would give me the greatest of pleasure to allow you and your lady friends to. ”I crossed and knocked on the hatch and heard the, “Come!”I walked in and crossed to salute a young looking junior captain, “Lieutenant JG England reporting in sir.”He sat back and looked at his top sergeant, “We were expecting you.”He looked over my uniform carefully, “At first I thought you were a glory hound but after talking to the top sergeant and a couple of others I was not sure. I am prepared to give you the benefit of doubt. You will be taking the Scout Recon platoon since I understand. She turns in my direction, brushes her hair from her face, flashes one of her million dollar smiles, and looks directly in my eyes. I extend my hand and I motion her to take it. She gives a warm yet confused look, not knowing what I was doing. But anyway, she still takes my hand. I help her to her feet, which are still wrapped in those 4 1/2 inch stilettos, then we head down towards the dance floor. I look at her, she has this enthusiastic look, and we make our way down the stairs towards the.