It was Private Lisa Lovejoy, only she was no longer a Private, but a Private First Class. I had experienced the pleasure of helping PFC Lovejoy work t...rough some personal conflicts in basic training. I stepped over to the cubicle from which the familiar voice came and looked around the corner. Almost immediately, PFC Lovejoy stood at attention, while the desk Sergeant looked at her like she was crazy. “At ease," I remarked. I looked at the desk sergeant, who looked back at me. “Can I help you. "I'd say it started in about three hours."He estimated it correctly.We were trying not to be too obvious, so we each slept at home.Sandy let me in around ten, as always with the big hug."Jeff's in the kitchen." She sang it.The beans were boiling and he was skimming off some foamy white stuff with a big spoon."What is that?" I asked."The farts." Jeff! That's not you. Where did that come from?" That's what Sam calls it. It's actually the oligosaccharides, which are -" Okay, it's the farts."Does. There were prostitutes on the corners, standard strip clubs, sex shops with booths, and live performance theaters. We were slightly taken back by the obviousness of the community but as we went into the club, we were greeted by a receptionist who checked Ids and took coats. The receptionist was a beautiful woman who was scantily dressed, but had an air of sophistication about her. We were handed a brochure that had a map of the club and list of upcoming events. We went to the dungeon area and. My first boyfriend in college often wanted it, but I never could get over the pain. Now, thinking about it, I shudder. I shudder as a new cock pokes through the hole. It's long and dark as ebony. "Lube it up, young slut. It's going in your ass." With a tear sliding down my cheek, I grip the base of his prodigious shaft. "Yes, Sir," I say, smothering the bulbous head of his cock in my mouth. Sucking and pumping his dick with my hand, I just pray that he will let me ass-fuck him gently. I pray.