After the two weeks were up, I got called in again, this time to the Top Sergeant.“Go pack your duffle, you’re leaving.”“Exactly WHERE am I go...ng?”“Ft Rucker, Alabama.”“And that is... ?”“WOCS” [Warrant Officer’s Candidate School]“Top, correct me if I’m wrong, but a WO has to extend their commitment for 6 years in addition to their remaining enlistment time.”“So?”“I didn’t sign up for WOCS at any time.”“According to your records, you did. You also volunteered for Shake & Bake.” [NCO school - you. She looked into the mirror on the wall. Lisa stared at herself. She looked so sexy, almost slutty. Reaching up, she took her hair down and let the black curls fall down around her shoulders and down her back. “It's now or never,” she said to herself, as she reached for the door knob. On the other side of the door was a different world. The walls were scarlet red, with black trim. Various machines were located in different parts of the room. Chairs with the seat out, metal frames, and chains. I replied that it was ok and I did want to be there.The margarita helped ease my apprehension and Chris noticed this as well. He got bolder in our conversation as it turned to sex. He said he had only taken 7 lovers and asked me how many I had. I quickly counted them and told him that I had only been with 12 lovers in my life. We discussed sexual frequency, likes and dislikes, what turned us on and what we didn’t particularly care for. As our conversation progressed, he had managed to manoeuvre. That afforded me the chance to brush the swell of her tits with my right hand. Though she didn't pull away, she did tense up. I could tell Terri was not used to such familiarity. I lightened my touch, but did not stop stroking the exposed portion of her tits.After a short time on the road, Terri placed her left hand on my right leg just above the knee. That's how she stayed until we reached my home.Upon entering my home, Terri seemed a little nervous. I led her to my living room couch, turned.