What are you doing this weekend?" She was smiling at him."Ah ... well ... nothing in particular. I was going to ask you if you'd like to play golf. Wh...t were you thinking?" I was going to suggest we play golf," she laughed."Saturday?" Sure. Can you come to dinner at my place afterwards?" she asked."I can. Thank you."This was a pleasant surprise. Things had been going quite well in the past week. They had avoided any confrontations and their morning meetings were helpful in working out problems. I was a Captain, and he was a Brigadier General. His first name was ‘General’, and I needed to toss a lot of ‘Sir’s in as well. When last I saw him, he was ordering my sorry ass onto a C-47, and then a few days later I heard him demanding I march my dead and injured men back to Honduras. I never saw him after the dustoff picked us up at that ‘abandoned’ airstrip; he kept his hands relatively clean and had the Provost Marshal and his people kick the shit out of me in that basement jail. ." is all she can say. Whether it is a plea of mercy or that of desire is hard to tell due to the fact that it comes out as little more than a whisper. Her own juices leak from her dick thirsty folds, however, hinting more toward the desire in her demeanor.He then picked up her body and placed her against the wall doggy style, spreading her legs wide as he then spanked her ass a few times. Her butt cheeks soon began harshly red as he abused her and then he took his cock and teased it up against. I know you are apprenticed to Great Mother Ellen and therefore under her direct control but I have also noticed both Great Mothers subtle deferral to you and ah, ah..." And you in your own subtle way are asking me what the story is? Correct?" Yes, that is what I would like to know if you can tell me that is." Ok. We are companions so to speak, on a great adventure. We have decided that I would make an occasional decision as part of my training. How better to learn than by doing? If I decide.