A real corset, stockings, old fashioned bloomers, a cotton camisole, several lacy petticoats, and a old fashioned dress. At the foot of the bed were h...gh heel shoes. I stormed out of the room and declared what the hell is this. I am not wearing that stuff. Forget it. They looked up totally nonchalant and Gloria held a key that was attached to her necklace and said, I guess the party is over. I’m sorry, I thought he would understand better than he did. Gloria, my dear, they all react this way.. In basic training we were watched pretty closely and I never saw anything to verify those rumors. That’s until I got to Pensacola. The first week I got there I reported on a Thursday and had the whole weekend off. Everything was normal until Friday night. I felt like I had been invited to a Roman orgy. Guys were going in and out of girl’s rooms and you could hear the shuttle sounds of love making coming from one too many rooms. At 2300 the whole place was quiet except for some soft moaning. You climb up next to me and tell me to get on top of you but to not put you in me yet, just to sit there. You take a few swats at my now purple breasts, enjoying the way they sway and bob. You then untie them as to not cause damage to them. "Wow is that a rush when the blood runs back to them?" You have me sit up and you stick your cock into me and tell me to come down slowly onto you and to just sit there again. At this point I am getting really excited and need to be fucked, I don't care how. ”“I do some exercises at the gym to get ready for ski season. I can show you something I do to lessen the strain on your legs,” she suggested.“Sounds like a great idea if I can find the time,” I agreed.“Less than an hour a day for a couple of weeks and you’ll really notice the difference,” she promised.“So it’s something I could do at home?”“Sure. Just stretch your thighs and calves first, do deep knee bends until you can’t stand to do any more, then stretch again. Give yourself a ten minute.