Whap, whap, each time she jumped and each time he struck her a little harder. Soon her butt was covered with little red Popsicle imprints.He pulled th... stick back a little too far and it snapped in half. It looked as though Carol had a little smile on her face when she heard the stick break. Still she had not moved other than squirming on his lap a little.I got up and went back into the kitchen. Kyle was gently caressing her red spotted rump. When I returned I handed Kyle a plastic spatula and. "What? What I am doing? Say it! You know you want to say it!" You're... you're fucking my ass and it feels so good!" I responded back in a loud whisper."You like me fucking your ass, don't you?" She was loud again, more demanding. I was done fighting it. "Yes, I like it, baby! I like you fucking my ass. Please don't stop. Don't stop fucking my ass!" I submitted. I gave her what she wanted to hear. But right after I said it, she slowed her finger down and almost stopped. Her finger slowing. Jeff became one of this numberless hoard. One of thirty such recruits sent to Eglin Air Force Base in northern Florida, he quickly became qualified as a cook, but KP was his regular duty. He was stuck in one filthy job, seemingly with one stinking stripe, no place to advance, no where to go that didn’t already have guys like him trying to get away. for whatever remained of his military career. In addition to KP duties, Jeff, by some odd quirk of fate or USAF logic, received a top-secret. I was sweating pretty good and took off my shirt to cool off.“ahh, the breeze feels good.” I blurtedJim responded “I bet, wanna smoke again?” “Sure” Jim pulled out a joint and lit it up and handed it to me. He removed his shirt and leaned back.“Nothing better than this, right”I don’t know what came over me but I agreed and said” the only thing that could make this better is a blow job” I laughed a bit in order to kind of soften what I said. I knew Jim was gay and didn’t want him to be.