"Goodboy." She says. She takes another piece of ice and begins moving it aroundon his bare flesh making him squirm more. His mistress moves the ice to...one ofhis nipples and holds it there. He moans softly while still squirming. She letsthe ice melt there completely then bites his nipple sharply. He whimpers dueto his nipples already being tortured and tender. She then licks up to his neckand bites sharply while simultaneously pulling the needle out of his hard nipple.He winces as she does. Off... about her reflection. What was it?Her head snapped upright, and ten seconds later she was in her bedroom, looking in the mirror, horrified.Rather than the long, straight river of gold which had been hers since the moment she had first come into existence, her hair was fire-red, tumbling about her head in a mass of riotous curls. She looked wildly from the mirror to Bill, her hands shaking as she clawed at her head frantically.Suddenly, she knew."You!" she shouted, hurling herself across. He looked ashamed, like a k** who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and he pulled away. That’s when she noticed the large bulge in his shorts. She smiled seductively, “Don’t worry babe,” she winked “I’ll make sure we get him taken care of.”. She gestured with her head toward his crotch.Meanwhile, Katie was in hell. Her nose was deep in the damp, odiferous panties of her roommate and she was in no position to put up any kind of a fight with Zack sitting astride her waist. She kept. Both girls ate a gloomy and lonely supper in the Sergeants' Mess, accompanied only by acting Master Corporal Boucherville and a handful of supply sergeants. Neither Boucherville nor the supply sergeants were fliers, nor were they teenagers, so the girls had precious little in common with them. They especially had little in common with Boucherville, as he was closer to Army in mentality than RCAF. The pair stuck to their books, reviewing for the exams they'd have to write the next day,.