"That's better Sally. Slowly now."I was imagining her hand on the plug, not mine."Push Sally. Push." Wait, wait, wait, hold it there." I love you Sall...." Fuck me with it." In... Again... Push push push PUSH. STOP." Oh Sally, I feel so full. Is it nearly in? Fuck it a bit."I fucked myself with the plug, but it was not sliding easily. I needed more lube. I withdrew the plug and grabbed the bottle and squeezed. I missed, the glob landed on my buttock. With my finger I sort of squeegeed the liquid. Women dress for other women. Men couldn't care less if weshowed up in a barrel as long as they could remove it from our bodyeasily."----------------Sipping his wine, Josie noticed a look in Helen's eye's that he hadoften seen while in the Corps, benign lust."I never imagined that women had, err.....sexual fantasies at fashionshowings," responded Josie."Not so much with the models," answered Helen, "but, most evaluateother women by how they dress, what sort of accessories, jewelry, shoesand. .. does he want babies? I always wanted children, but Paulo... '"Come, lay beside me, Martina. We don't need to get up yet." We'll have a wet spot." Something for you to sort out while I'm out. But yes, let's get up and shower."After a thoroughly enjoyable shower – necessary, but also recreational – Sam called the kitchen. "Hello? Yes. Corporal Sam Howe. Apartment three. I require cooked breakfast for myself, plus the assigned diet for Trainee IS29/12." Certainly. Is this urgent? Or will the. With nothing left for me to do I wandered down to the second floor and found the women in the midst of preparing a lunch of assorted cold cuts with fresh baked submarine rolls. Even Cyn was pitching in although technically she was excused from kitchen duty until the following week. I whispered in her ear that if she wanted to resume where we were interrupted this morning I would be upstairs if she could get away. I then grabbed a Dr Pepper from the fridge and took the elevator to the fourth.