Here is the story, my dear: This gown, this fabulous gown, was made for Edith Piaf to wear to the Oscars in 1948. But she was not a healthy woman, as ...'m sure you know. In those days to fly from Paris to the U.S. was a long, long flight; She never came, never wore or even saw a picture of the gown made so perfectly for her. This gown is yours. But it's not free, no it's not... I know some things you like, dear, some things you hate, but if you like, if you get my meaning...you will have to do. She started saying " what you think i am a whore . you think that little of me . and that I am all she needs . and what kind of man would even be into letting other men fuck his wife . she pushed me off of her .ranting about how I must be a insecure man to even come up with talk like that . and that i must think she has little to no value to allow another man have at her after all we have been through and worked so hard for . needless to say me and my 6" dick did with out blasting off into her. Teresa rolled off the upper bunk and looked at her watch. Four forty-five; god damn you George Bush, this is just too damned early to get put of bed. "Get your shit together people and clean up this pig sty" Sgt. Morales yelled, "I want you back from the mess hall by 0600. It's a two-hour march to the range and I intend to have your asses there by 0800. Now move it!"The day was a long one for Teresa Moore. A two-hour march to the range, hours spent pulling and marking targets, and then firing. "Hi, babe," she huskily whispered. "Are you ready for something special?"I swallowed loudly. "You know I am. " I watched, as her nipples became hard little buttons. I felt my crotch moisten."Good. And you trust me, right?" Of course I do, sweetie." My adrenaline raced. This was the first time she asked me about trusting her."Ok. I want you to put this on." From behind her back, she revealed a leather blindfold. Very simple in its design, yet it appeared worthy for the task."Before you do, take.