"I tried to speak, but was cut off.Shut up,sit down and listen to me.When I get home tonight,we have alot to talk about.I want you to put my clothes, ...ack in your closet,leave on the nail polish,shower and wait for me to get home.Oh-and by the way,don't look for your camera.I have it here and have downloaded all you sick pictures on my computer.See you when I get home slut.The time d**g,I could not get any work done,waiting to see what Pam had in store for me when she got home.The time finally. Nothing happened. Apprehension began to twist in my stomach, and my body began to prickle and tingle, wondering what was coming. Eventually he moved, slowly, purposefully, until he was stood near to my head. He paused to look at me, sensually moving his hand over my body, paying close attention to my lower back – which he knows is my weakness. His fingers drew lazy patterns, my skin tingling under them. My breath caught as he moved his hand around over my ribs and up to my breasts, circling my. .Because I fucked you, taking and twisting your vagina's needs, using every ridge and suction cup inside of you until acceptance settled over the terrifying shock of unexpected sex.There is one last feeble movement, more at your own revulsion at yourself for having enjoyed it so much.You try again to free yourself, my heavy tendrils holding you down like a vice.Then you give up.You give in to your true desire.Oh if only my brothers could also revel in your shame, but most do not share my. What’s so funny?” I asked. “You’re riding with Sgt. Homo?” I said that I didn’t believe that crap. And if he tried anything, I would kick the dog shit out of him. Top chuckled again as he studied his computer screen for a minute. He made some key strokes. “Your new orders are in the printer” as he pointed to the machine. Two weeks later at 0600 hours we were loading the back of his minivan with our duffle bags. I hung my Class-A uniform behind the driver’s seat. He asked why I was bringing.