He let go of her hands above her head to grope at her growing tits, and she seized the opportunity. As his coarse fingers mauled at her soft mounds, s...e brought her hands down to hit him on the head in one last desperate attempt, trying to force him off of her enough to be able to scramble away, her only thought now to call the police or her mum. His thrusting was interrupted as he felt her attack. He thrashed wildly up and grabbed her wrists again, slamming them down and drilling the heels of. The last one made me stagger and drop to my knees, which made my right knee shriek with agony. I was dragged upright and then hauled upstairs.I tried to remember anything about court martials, but the only thing I really knew about military justice was the Article 15s I had handled, non-judicial punishments that didn’t involve a court. I had never been involved in a real court martial before.I found myself deposited on a chair in a small conference room, bolted to the floor, with a table also. It seemed an age before our lips parted, and when they did it felt like I had fallen into darkness. Seconds later his mouth was on mine again, tongues active but this time, before I knew it, his hands were on my boobs and he was touching me exactly the way I liked it. Strong and confident, his fingers kneaded my small globes firmly through my loose, long sleeved jumper and tweaked my nipples through my bra. I felt sexy and attractive and, without thinking, began to press myself harder against. Janice stood paralyzed, unable to move even her mouth. Her face showed her total shock. She looked at Tim, almost pleading with her eyes. God, what does he have in mind? Janice thought. She wasn't a lesbian and wasn't about to start now. "Tim," Janice said, her lips pressed tightly together."You know the word," Tim said and waited for Janice to answer. When she didn't answer he said, "I take it that you don't want to use the word?" No," Janice said, trying unsuccessfully to make her voice.