Whatis it about kitchens that make them the default place to talk? Anyway,with shaking knees, I went downstairs and into the kitchen.I had prepared fo... this by bringing some clothing home with me, and wasnow wearing a semi-sheer white satin blouse, with ruffled bodice, sheersleeves, and satin cuffs. Through the material, you could clearly seemy white satin training bra. Below that was a gray wool skirt, whitethigh-high stockings, and my slightly too tight white heels. I had myhair brushed out,. We all went upstairs and sat around 'people watching' and drinking. I was dressed in a very tight silver cat suit with a zipper down the front. I also had on cat-like horn rim sun-glasses (gotta look cool baby) and I had my hair up in a ponytail. I had my best vamp-red lipstick on and nails painted to match. Of course I wasn't wearing any underwear (why bother?) who wants panty lines in a cat suit!? The best part of the outfit was my brand-spankin' new lace up 3-inch heel boots! Oh yeah!At. Bobby was nowhere in sight. While pumping his peter in and out of my pussy, Bruce began sucking on one titty and massaging the other. I began feeling another high coming on so I rested back and enjoyed it. About the time I again became aware of where I was, Bruce pulled out and we kissed a long sloppy kiss. His mouth was full of my juices and his face was covered. I must have really been extra juicy. He nibbled my ear and kissed down my throat and then went after my titties, first one. ' I began to wonder if I'd done the right thing by enlisting, the other thing too was it seemed necessary for Officers, and that included 'Non Commissioned Officers' to shout rather than talk, a strange lot really I thought. Once we were 'kitted out' in our uniforms, we had to spend time sewing our service number inside everything, so when things were sent to the laundry they would know what belonged to whom. Each morning we had to get up and fold our bedding in a certain way, get dressed for.