“Grace, meet Mike dos Silva and his wife Celia. They’re people I shoot material for every now and then.”As Grace shook their hands an alarm went...off within her brain. She knew what kind of material Irene referred to and that these people might have seen her on the website or in a magazine (Grace-9). Her worst fears came true when she shook Celia’s hand. “Hi Grace, nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard, and ehhh… seen… so much of you.” She looked at her not knowing what to say as Celia came. Hippie, free love, kinda stuff, you know. There’s a place for male dominance, don’t get me wrong, but it shouldn’t crowd out equality and femdom, either. But, yeah, the feminists did push things a bit too far in their direction, making men everywhere their whipping boys, didn’t they?” Mom counseled me as she kissed as she helped guide me inside Jill’s twat.“Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... oh, fuck!” Jill’s eyes bugged out as she felt me bottoming out inside her slippery snatch.“Make yourself useful. Jack told us it took the army this long to get him and the others back into the system. He told us they all had to pass physicals and everything else. He told us they had shipped them from Fort Campbell to a base in Washington D.C. to do all of this and they were not allowed to call or leave while there. Jack told us he was going to be assigned to Fort Campbell along with Sam, Will, and Scott. He told us as of right now they have no role in anything other than to train. Jack told us they would. Tears began to form in my eyes as the assault continued. Suddenly she stopped and said "you are making my hand hurt with this spanking now I am really going to have to teach you a lesson, you little slut" she then ordered me to stand up and go to the end of the bed.She then had me bend over the metal bed end while she went over to one of the wardrobes.Inside it was an impressive array of whips, canes dildos and all sorts of other weird and wonderful sex aids. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs.