We flew back to the UK on November the first.That feeling of calmness, tranquillity, and of being comfortable within myself, persisted when the exerci...e in Canada finished and we returned to Catterick. This was just as well as I soon faced some life changing experiences.Two weeks after our return from BATUS the ERB was disbanded. There was a brief ceremony, when some brass hat from MoD came and issued UN medals for service in Bosnia, before addressing us. He thanked us for the 'sterling work. Every stitch of male clothing was boxed and ready to go.“Well now, Alexa. Oh yes, I’ve decided to call you Alexa. We certainlycan’t call you Alex. Here are the rules: You are to get up every morningat 6 A.M. I want you dressed in your Maid’s Uniform, made up, and in thekitchen by seven. At 7:30, you will serve me breakfast in bed.”“After I leave for work, you will change into whatever clothes I havespecified for you to wear that day. From then, until. It's wasn't long as I was feeling ready to shoot my load and Oh! how i've dreamt of doing it in her mouth for a long time but I knew It would be my only chance so I picked her up and bent her over the toilet as I pulled her leggings down and G-string ,I wet my fingers and rubbed it over the end of my cock and over her pussy. I grabbed my cock and pressed it against her pussy,it felt good as it slipped in so smoothly, I could feel her lips tighten around it.I began to fuck her slowly as men was. It needed to be their priority. Not their petty vengeance on this Prince Meinard. The pain he caused could propel new art, but this pursuit of revenge did nothing to bring new beauty to the world.“You going to fuck my little lamia?” Sven asked, his voice strained by the pleasure of his sex slave’s sucking. “She’s a horny thing.”Zanyia purred loudly about Sven’s dick.I turned my attention to the lamia. Her pussy dripped juices down her thighs, her tawny bush soaked by her excitement. Her sweet.