She slid her hand down her tummy, pressing it against her hairless crotch, through the thin pink nylon. Still so very innocent, she had not yet taugh... herself to masturbate, but she had found that rubbing against herself, down there, felt good. She didn’t do it much—just an occasional rubbing. But her under-developed body understood this incipient sexuality, and was beginning to generate hormones and pheromones in natural response. No human being could sense what her soft, young. She told to make a massage and I was ready for it. She was wearing a single piece dress red color which was above her knees and little tight one. I could see her tight stuffed ass through it. I was massaging feet. Suddenly I could not control and lifted her dress and started licking her ass. That was like a dream come true. That was my first ass lick to my wife. I was shy all these days to have oral tasks. I was licking harsh putting my tongue deep into it.She was enjoying a lot and moaning so. I’m turned on, and terrified at the same time. I’m excited, and want to scream with delight but run for the hills at the same time. I chant to myself in my head I can do this. I do it again and again. I feel the weight of the bed sink slightly as Master comes on it. I still as perfectly as I can, holding my breath. “Relax, Mo Chroiu. You’ll do fine.” He whispers softly in my ear, I know no one else heard him. I nod, too shy to speak out just yet. He kisses my lips gently, tracing his fingers. The RAF ensign was raised every morning at Reveille, with the Orderly Officer, Orderly Sergeant, and the duty trumpeter in attendance. However on Wednesdays the Colour Hoisting ceremony was carried out during the morning parade before we were marched off to work.After Mr. Carter, Number 2 Wing's esteemed Wing Warrant Officer, had the parade assembled to his satisfaction he handed over to the senior officer, and then went marauding behind the rear ranks of the three squadrons drawn up in review.