This duty was just as boring as it could get. By Sunday, I was tired of playing Hearts, had been put on report for making a loop saying ‘Fuck You’...on the teletypewriter with which we communicated with Yokuska, and the section leader was asking for volunteers to drive to Yokuska. I didn’t know the roads, but I gladly volunteered, just to get away. I promise you that no other Georgia Cracker has ever been as terrified as I was on that trip. Clay hills and country roads have never been as scary as. The feeling of being full andsatisfied coupled with the knowledge that she had just accomplished thepinnacle of feminine endeavors. A man, though knowing it impossible, wastrying to impregnate her, and her feminine charms had led him to climaxtwice in one night.Sam gave a few last grunts and thrusts, each one causing a hollow"slapping" noise as his testicles made contact with Veronica's bottom. Helooked at her and smiled; a smile warmer and more loving than the othersfrom that night, but one. “I’d like another Sinkapore Sink,” I told her.Tina giggled, “No warm milk?”I looked around the table. Jocelyn and Cameron both had their head cocked in curiosity and Tanya was giggling. “You weren’t supposed to have heard that,” I muttered to Tina. She laughed and asked the other couple if they needed anything else. Both said they were fine.Jocelyn asked, “Warm milk? You were here earlier tonight?”Tanya answered, “It’s a long story, but yes, we were.” Then she added, “We, umm, had a minor. She always called him on their anniversary to inquire into his health and well being, careful never to sever the one remaining thread she had to the outside world. She called him at other times to let him know of her progress, most notably when she was accepted as the first House-trained submissive and when she achieved the same status as dominatrix. Perhaps she should go home for a few days to begin the long, slow and undoubtedly painful process of reconciliation and rebuilding their.