All lightweights and on our 6th drink or so we headed out, first to grab some snacks at the gas station across the street. We must have been in there ...or sometime, noticeably buzzed and fumbling with some items because a few customers seemed to be staring at us. In particular 4 men in their late 20's or early 30's that were in there probably as long as we were. We didn't pay any attention to them and instead thought some beer might go well with our snacks. Although none of us were even close to. With my eyes still fixed on the floor, I heard the click of Karen's heels announcing her return before I actually saw her. She stopped directly in front of me and I glanced upward. Karen stood in front of me. holding a black leather spiked dog collar in one hand. Smiling, she uttered a single command: "strip." "What?!? But Karen, I--" Before I could finish my sentence I received a hard, stinging slap across the face. "Shut up, bitch. I own you now. You do what I say, when I. The mother quickly avoided the next question by bracing and briskly saluting:"Thank you, Sir, if you will excuse us?" Certainly, carry on please", returning her salute.As he gazed at the almost scurrying figures, he found that he could barely remember a time when he didn't wear a uniform.His parents were officials in the Grenoble Government-in-exile (but factually were refugees) having been part of the last ditch defense of their planet against the Harbourian invasion. They were naval officers. The gown had to come off. He needed desperately to lie against her naked skin.He began to tug the dress down and was pleased to feel her raising her body to assist its passage. And that long awaited body emerged from the gown like some gorgeous butterfly coming from its chrysalis. Immediately, Harry was stroking and kissing every inch of her skin. He found her thighs parted sufficiently now for his fingers to dip into the exquisite mystery of her sex. Yet, still, it felt dry and unawakened..