As she walked through the old-fashioned revolving doors, overnight bag in hand, her eyes darted quickly around the room in the hope of seeing a tall, ...ark stranger. Other than an elderly couple chatting on sofas near the fireplace, there wasn’t a sign of life. Sighing, Meg made her way up to the reception desk, trying to exude an air of calm, although she was far from convinced she was pulling it off. With no idea of his plan, or whether she would at last set eyes on him, Meg decided that all. The Merchant Marines like the Malkurian Guardsmen were a sub-sect of the Fighter's Guild that used military ranks instead of the normal guild rankings. The marines were privates as an apprentice, and during their time at the academy. Upon graduation they were in fact journeymen within the guild but held ranks of Private First Class, Corporal, and finally Sergeant as they advanced. Within the master's ranking were Lieutenant, Captain, Major, Colonel, and finally General.Dunin's rank of Lance. She started to play with herself, tweaking her nipples and sliding a finger over her panties. She could tell he was turned on, watching her, but if the guy stopped his recitation, she smacked him with a riding crop, and demanded “Again.”Then the therapist undressed the guy, and gave him a blowjob, while he kept repeating the verse. If he lost concentration, she’d swat his erection, or slap his ass: “Again! Again!” Following that, she pulled the guy down to the floor, and got on top of him,. Then she'd toss me aside and leave me on the floor of the shower room. Every few days she'd make me shave her pussy, and she insisted on shaving mine. She said it made me look more like a slave."After a few days she started getting a little bolder, and I saw her with some of the girls. I caught her kissing one of the girls when they were supposed to be getting ready for bed, and another day I saw her in the showers when all of the girls were there. That wouldn't have been an issue, except that.