It looked like nobody was going to see this but us, but after finding a seat near the back, some others came in during the few commercials and made en...ugh noise, that I was about to get up and tell someone about it.“Don’t be a tattletale, Randall ... they might settle down. You were exactly the same way, when you were that age,” she said.“I don’t remember being that age, Kami – I went from being cute to being ‘almost a man’ as Mom used to call me.”We both laughed, as the theatre got dark, I. Unseen by the squirming captive, Lady Diavolina stood over her with wicked gleam in her deep, blue-gray eyes. Near the kneeling male slave, she stood atop the four-inch spiked heels gleaming black shoes, each with a leather strap around her ankle, crossing the immaculate nylon stockings that hugged her legs. The seams, rail straight, flowed up the backs of her legs, and the stockings were tugged up via black garter belts that disappeared under her corset. The sparse lighting sparkled off the. I'd hate to have to use my official U.S. Army combat training on you." You're in the Army? I'm a Staff Sergeant in the Reserves. I've been in a little over 6 years now. What's your MOS (Military Occupational Specialty)?" I'm not in the Army now. I guess you noticed I don't walk like I should. Sergeant Fiona Morgan, U.S. Army, Retired would be more accurate for me I guess. I was a Medic and got a little bunged up on a mission. They sewed me back together but as you can see I can't get around as. With our periods, came the incredible mix of confusing hormones, the ones that made our pussies tingle and yearn for the fleshy rods of men, our preference of dirty old men, as they had that curious mix of experience and desire, desire for our young bodies that made us feel special and wanted, but experience that the young bucks lacked, and most surprisingly, most had juicy fat cocks to suck on and they had lots of patience, never forcing, just letting us approach them in our own time, and.