Her tongue plunged into my mouth and wrestled with mine, then explored every nook and crevice in my mouth. I reluctantly moved to kissing her neck mad...y.I quickly removed her shirt and bra and sucked on each of the beautiful mounds, first around the nipples and then right on them. Then I slid her skirt and panties to her ankles and started kissing her pussy. My tongue explored the walls, and then it hit something… her hymen. I quickly stood up and asked her"Megan, are you sure you want to go. As far as he was concerned, the flogging couldn't go on for too long!"THIRTY EIGHT!" No idea! My contact in the Guard seems afraid to be seen talking to me right now. Getting edgy these days - because of Roberta who is supposed to have eyes in the back of her head! But on past performance I doubt her ordeal is over yet awhile! They seem to have an obsession about flogging her big time! What idiots! What total dickheads! The only one of that bunch of blonde dykes we really fear, and they torture. Keep it up asshole." As soon as I finished the first shoe I was instructed to put it back on herfoot and the remove and treat the other shoe to the same "tongue bath." Justas I raised this second shoe to my mouth and nose I saw two girls walking alongthe path a hundred yards away and coming towards us from the tennis court.They looked like teenagers and clearly had just finished a game of tennis.I couldn't help but look startled as I did not want anyone to see me doingthis slave shoe licking.. That would have to stop.What had she gotten herself into?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After 15 years in the United States Marine Corps, a year in Iraq, a purple heart, and several disciplinary actions, Corporal Nicholas Tattinger left the service gladly. He had served as a squad leader in the ‘Suni triangle’ northwest of Bagdad and had seen plenty of action. He’d lost some buddies, killed the enemy, and been hit by a piece of shrapnel that left a thick, rope-like scar across his.