I did weight around 65kgs.My crotch was in front of her face. But she wasn’t looking at it, rather she was looking at the bag if I was able to reach...it or not. I was dumbstruck what to do next. She asked me to do it fast. I brought back my senses and caught hold of it and dropped it on the floor.The next few seconds were experienced slowly, very slowly in my mind. She dropped me slowly to the floor. I could sense my thighs brushing against her soft, plump, non-saggy boobs, her flat tummy and my. In August 2007 I arrived in Iraq. Although I have been in the military for over thirty years, I’ve never been one of those gung ho types. To be honest I’m more of a cynic. Kind of like a character named the Comedian in a movie called Watchmen. He looked at all the serious, sanctimonious, apple pie stuff as a joke. That’s the way I viewed some of the shit that went down in Iraq. Most soldiers had their own laptops. We used them to talk with our friends and family back home, get online and to. At first it started as a joke, until the all-female teachers and principal started enforcing it. It became a rule that girls had the right to exploit and hurt boys through this intensely painful weakness. And when boys acted badly as they’re prone to do, they would be punished. For boys, it became their living nightmare. And for the girls, being called to do these amazing duties was its own reward.Boys would be sentenced to harsh punishments for low grades, disrespecting a girl, disobeying. Now that my next to favorite sister was married, I started to turn to my other sisters for solace when the pickings were slow and they were all in their different ways more than accommodating. I was at that point in my life when I wanted to get out of the nest and start exploring and for me that meant finding strange and exciting pussy at every turn and twist in the road.Strangely, it was a case of mistaken identity that caused me to find the pleasures of becoming submissive to a strong.