We use to study on floor.We started studying I’m not interested in studying and I use to watch her and I’m able to see her half boobs. And she use...to read not watching and some times seeing me and telling to read. Later see saw me watching her boobs told this is not fare told to read now. And I told her I see your boobs in a fear and started reading and she stared for a while and started reading later I asked a doubt while I put hand on her shoulder she stopped telling for a sec and started. After the officer dropped me and my suit case off and signed a few papers a man approached me and told me to follow him. Mr. Mansook led me to a room and closed the door, he then said that he had to "check" me in and told me to drop my pants and underwear. This was embarrassing to say the least, at 16 I was not well endowed and was quite aware of it. He ordered me to turn around and spread my cheeks, no one had ever seen my most private spot, I wondered if I had cleaned it well. Then I was. Alison looked between the two of them in amazement and then got the giggles herself. Anthony wandered off."Alison," said Mark, "as you see I've got the office. I'm going to give Colonel Wilson a ring and invite him up here. Would you be an angel and serve us coffee and a biscuit?" Of course, Mark." She grinned. "Would you like me to give him a general's PA's summons?"Mark grinned back. "No, my love."Mark went into the general's office and picked up the telephone."Yes, General?" said Alison.Mark. My mind was trying to abide by her order, but my body had other plans. It was almost as if it was intentionally defying her and I continued to flail around like a tuna hauled up out of the ocean.“That does it,” she shouted.The cavalcade of slaps ended, but not for long. She only paused to make things worse. A quick snap, and zip and she was yanking my jeans around my knees. Now I was even more afraid and embarrassed and practically bare-assed. My underwear was just a thin layer of white cotton.