”“Does that make you the firstborn?”“Yes. I have two younger siblings. Karl tells me you’re originally from the South Side?”“Woodlawn. M... dad is a construction worker and my mom works for the Social Security Administration. They managed to put both me and my brother through college, and me through law school.”“You went to UIC and then DePaul, right?”“Yes.”“Why join the Navy?” I asked.“It seemed like a good way to not have to go through the insane grind that comes with being a new associate. I. This instrument is known for its burning and stinging sensation, which sends a very clear message to the recipient."I mentally shuddered as she held and flexed the thin pliable instrument while looking at me straight in the eyes as she stood so imperiously. The image of her scared me to death. I was in total terror."After that Mark, you will be given what I call a cool down treatment with one minute of lashes from a knotted, thin extension cord and the last minute will be from a perforated. With my dad, I hugged and kissed him. He grabbed my ass, smacked it and kissed my neck. With my mom, I hugged her from behind, with one hand on her tits and one hand between her legs, caressing her pussy through whatever she was wearing. But as soon as we heard voices approaching, we stopped. It was hard but still I could tease my parents. Yes i wanted to show them that I was still a slut with them. So on the second day, I didn`t wear underwear under my dress. As soon as I got seconds with my. Probably no more than a ten-minute ride. When the bus stopped the driver opened the door and a tall fellow in uniform stepped into the bus. “Gentleman”, he addressed us, “when you step out of the bus, form a single file line outside on the grinder, NOW MOVE IT!” We bummed rushed out of the bus onto the asphalt collapsing into a clumsy single file line that seemed to be about 75 victims long. As I stood there in the line, waiting for whatever was to come next, I glanced around at my companions.