Then came the march back to the barracks to stow our gear. We changed into the uniforms for the first time, then headed out to the drill pad. Between ...he haircuts and the BDUs, we were now almost indistinguishable from one another. Exactly as intended.My unit was known as a 'flight', the Air Force equivalent of a platoon. Learning how to drill - that is, to march properly as a flight, would be one of the most important challenges of the next 6 weeks. We hit the drill pad - a huge quarter-mile. Her head was under the hemof my dress and her hand was crushing my cock, and it was starting tohurt. I pulled back from Lauren who looked bemused. I reached downgrabbing Alecia?s hand. "Alecia please be gentle OK, remember it mightbe hard but it could be broken."Lauren giggled, and slid her hand over Alecia?s and she showed her howto stroke me with a little less force.Alecia giggled as well. "Ooops sorry this is the first real one ofthese I have ever played with. The others have all been. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer and she straddled the guy to her left, his was the biggest she reckoned, about 10 inches! She clambered onto him and reached under to grab his cock. She guided it to her sweet little love nest, and slowly began to bring herself down on it. Her expression was one of joy; she began pumping herself on this huge black meat as her inner walls were expanded beyond anything she'd ever had before. The other guy moved to the middle and knelt on the seat, from this. This I could handle.As Mistress Leah rode me up and down, I could feel her soft womanhood grip me like a vise. Minutes later, we had both cum and afterward we were sitting side by side on the sofa. She was nice enough to remove the blindfold."That was nice," I spoke, "A bit of a surprise, I might add." Yes, you could be a good slave boy," she answered."Ha," I started, "But, I think you are taking this mistress thing a bit far." Am I?" she asked with a smile, "But, you're right, it's time to.