Back to the tropical island. Oh! The beautiful tropical men! Ok. So my girlfriend who went with me and who happens to also be from this tropical isl...nd introduced me to one of the beautiful men. We hit it off right away and his conversation was so intoxicating, never mind that I was already intoxicated. He was such a good conversationalist, he talked my panties right off! The sex was just so-so, but something happened, it was like someone hit the circuit breaker on my dead libido. I didn’t. Patrick stayed in that position a long time. His eyesnever let mine. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Yes” I saidwith no hesitation. He rolled a condom on and spread somelube on my ass and on his covered dick.I took a deep breath and Patrick slid the head inside. Heheld it there and asked, “Are you alright?”“Yeah, I Love you Patrick.” I said. He slide furtherinside. I could feel the rim around the mushroom headscrape the sides of my pussy as it tried to. First, you willcome to me when I call you, no questions. Next, you will ALWAYS be inpantyhose and panties under your clothes when you are in my presence, thismy favorite fetish."I kept sucking his thumb as he continued."Third, you will eagerly service me and you will thank me when I am donewith you, is that clear?"I nodded, getting more excited and thinking, "I'm screwed," at the sametime."Finally, I require you to be as feminine and gay as possible when we aretogether, I want you to be a. In the back is a machine gun and along the sides are racks that hold shells like our mortars only bigger. The airfield has barbed wire around it and Askari’s guard it.”Parah started his report, “The camp I worked at contained artillery, but not big guns. They were small and were carried by two mules. They practice most days at unloading the parts and putting them together and then firing them. A German soldier is in charge of the training for the Askari gunners. I counted six of these.