I closed the door behind us. “Take a seat,” I instructed. I leaned on the front edge of my desk, my arms folded across my chest. “Look,” I be...an, “what happened back at basic, I just want to apologize.” Corporal Lovejoy smiled. “That was basic,” she responded, her hands clasped and fingers interlocked and dutifully placed in her lap. “This is the real Army.” “You don’t have to take this assignment." Corporal Lovejoy stood and took a step in front of me, stopping about an arm’s distance from. .. of course, last night it had just been a fantasy. This was real.I enjoyed watching his cum slide down my skin, and was tempted to scoop it up and taste it. Before I could, however, my boyfriend had offered me a towel, and I cleaned myself up.“Thanks, baby...” I said, in the sultry voice I normally reserved for my brother. To help my brother, that is. “Have you got enough for a second round?”It was two days later before our parents were out for long enough for me to try again, and I was. Just like this. As a deterrent. As a humiliation. As entertainment. Most of those small curvy bimbo-dolls were technically still male. Tiny, big breasted submissive men with minuscule cocks and shrivelled balls. All but emasculated. No longer anything remotely male. But a few actually became female Bimbo-dolls. Like I would. I tried to decide what was better. Being a simpering sissy or simpering slut. I figured the latter was less ... obvious but I didn’t want to lose my cock and balls. Those. .. and King Arthur???" Clark was shocked."I was even Santa Claus kid!!" Robin smiling like the joker in Batman, moving his eyes up-and-down in a comical way."So if you were Santa then that means you know what I want then!!" Clark becoming a bit pushy."Hey don't forget. I give present to good kids not bad ones!!" Robin countering Clark's pushiness."But aren't I a good kid!!" Clark insisted."Of course you are (louder tone) my fat friend (lower tone)" Robin bowed his head.Robin disappeared from.