I haven’t done anything (SNIFF), Sir.”Meanwhile, all the soldiers behind her had sat down on their knees and getting a clear view of her naked cro...ch every time Tanya bent over to pick up one of her belongings. They spoke in Swahili with eager voices, pointing. When she had finished and her clothing were laying on the officer’s desk, torn to pieces, he said;“My men report that you do not wear any trousers or panties, Ms. Obutulezi. Is that true? That is highly unusual in our country. I even. She was maybe 24 years old, tight and toned with a body that had me full hard before I even got the tire off. She liked to show off, and liked to be watched.She was also very talkative.While I spun the lugnuts and loosened the tire she began asking me questions. "Do you think I'm pretty?" "What do you like better, my legs or my butt?" Do you like sex outside?" Ever fuck a complete stranger?"I answered every question, trying to play it cool and coy, seeing that approach seemed to make her even. "Sir?" I responded."Tell me why you are visiting this ship!" the man commanded.I sighed. "Sir, Internal Affairs officers are forbidden to speak of their assignments to anyone other than the commanding officer of Internal Affairs or the officer who gave them the assignment. As you are neither, I would be subject to court martial if I spoke."The man glared at me. "Why do you IA people always have a better backbone than any other officer?" he asked. The question was obviously rhetorical because he. In fact, I was embarrassed at my stumbling response. “Oh, uh… um… oh…wow… okay.” Sis laughed out loud. I don’t know why I was shocked. I guess I was shocked at the fact that someone I’d known for so long had this secret and she was not what I expected or assumed her to be. The way she told me was so casual; it was like it wasn’t something she wanted to be a secret. She asked me in a very concerned tone if I was cool with it, and when I found my voice, I replied, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be cool.