I was 5'8 with heels 5'3 without them. For a second I just stood there, head bowed, fingers crossed, staring at his shinny shoes. "Now!" He sneered. I...jumped and fell to my knees immediately, my large round bottom attempting to burst from the confides of my skirt. I racked my brain to try and remember what underwear I'd thrown on this morning, if any! A red thong and black bra slipped into my memory. I began to crawl awkwardly toward the pen, one hand holding the base of my skirt the other. She was petite contrasting with Maja’s fuller and curvier body. Nina was very attractive but Maja that had an added ingredient that held me rapt. "So, can I get you two ladies a drink?" Maja was impassive and Nina spoke for them both. "Yes, a glass of white wine for me, Maja only drinks red." This was certainly a game, her overt coquettishness giving over to quiet mystery. Nina added, "We are also staying for something to eat, we were wondering if you would like to stay for dinner?" Again, my. How does it look for them?" God, hon, I really can't say," he answered, his voice straining for an uplifting tone, she thought. "I'm trying to pull all the strings I can. How're they doing, anyway? Are you all getting along together?" Y-yes... yes, of course! W-We're doing fine, dear," Dianne finally got out, guiltily wondering if that might not be the greatest understatement she had ever made to him. Oh God! "But... but... Mark, they just can't send them back... can they?" Damn, baby, I wish I. After “lights out” in our barracks I’d often hear the unmistakable sounds of guys masturbating, and I suspected that a lot more guys just found secluded spots on the site at other times and took care of their business. One day a blip appeared on our radar screen headed in our direction out over the Mediterranean Sea from the direction of Italy. The siren sounded an alarm and a voice came over loudspeakers advising everyone to don their protective gear and take cover. The only protective gear we.