"I'm not sure," I answer honestly. "Try it!" I was hoping you'd say that," she responds, unclasping her bra and exposing her exquisite puffy nipples."...ou just wanted to show off your tits," Lauren says. "You'll never wear that without a bra." Maybe," she shrugs, slipping the top over her head and pulling it down over her chest. "What do you think?" she asks me, coming closer so I can get a good look."I like it but I wouldn't suggest going out in public like this." I reach up and tweak her. We got wasted, we laughed a lot and were having a lot of fun, considering a short time ago we were in fear for our lives. It seamed we had managed to forget our imminent problems and also forget the world outside. Every now and then one of us would open the front of our blanket near the fire to let the heat warm our skin, at first we were being modest and positioning so the other person couldnt see flesh. But after a half dozen shots of booze the modesty disappeared and turned into flirting and. "Recruit Wren Nyland. I gave you a task and you only partiallycompleted it." But Spike...."The cane whipped out and caught Michael Nyland across the cheek. Theblow was glancing, just enough to cause immediate pain but not hardenough to leave a lasting blemish. The Leading recruits knew how todiscipline their charges without leaving any evidence. Any marks thatthey made would deliberately be on a part of the recruit's bodiescovered by clothing."Don't you ever refer to me that way again! I'm. I stood by the side of the table and released my cock. Pat tried to grab it, but I pulled away. I seized her chin between my thumb and fingers and leaned over until the tip of my nose nudged hers. I looked directly into Pat's eyes, "When I say." The power I was feeling was incredible. I could only hope Pat had similar sensations. Judging by the intensity in her eyes and the short time to climax, she was. "Again!" I ordered. Pat used both hands on herself. One massaging her clit, the other.