According to the pols the war was over. Had been for years. And yet Ihalf expected there to be a banner on the wall proclaiming, "The penisshall rise ...gain!"Most people in that situation would turn right around and congratulatethemselves for dodging a bullet. Me, I walk right in, just like always.That attitude helped me survive the war--forever charging in where angelsfeared to tread--but was also responsible for getting me drummed out ofthe service not long after the war was over. Wartime. Had a bit of luck with some cunts on holiday, more trouble than they are worth, in the end I fucked two and got a handy and a bj from a third.One was mental, sucked me off down near the shops at the edge of the beach and after I cam jumped up and kissed a mouthful of my own cum into my mouth. Filthy cunt was up for it, got a decent fuck into it after that, no anal.Got a bj from a tubby girl from brighton, i offered a lifter to her and 2 mates, mentioned I had a pool they could use, stupid. More than once I found myself almost ready to cum simply from receiving Master's praise with no additional physical stimulation to my moist pink sex organ required. As such, when the video would come on or worse, when Master would command me to assume the masturbate position, I found myself urgently struggling not to cum after only a few delicate touches of my small fingers and I had to grasp my udders so hard I thought I might pull them right off my chest.The various positions I was forced to. But I couldn't shake my guilt. My lust had killed the man I loved."I talked to priests, and later, counselors. Eventually, I found some solace."But, looking to the future, I couldn't see me marrying again. I took vows, and became a nun."No one talked for a minute. I pondered all that I'd heard."But something's happened. I saw you at the party. You didn't look like someone who has given up on sex."She blushed. "You saw that?" Uh huh." Pyx happened."For almost twenty years, I had not thought.