’ Every slave in the military was a product of corporate facility every single one! Methods change from place to place some brutal others subtle ALL...designed to turn out a different type of soldier or slave by ripping away the IDEA of freedom. The kids that break don’t go to waste…experiments…shock troops. The mere mention of it brought back the memory of the gunshot……then there were the shock treatments and solitary confinement… stories for another time maybe. ‘Okay Slave, step into the next. I placed my forms and then slide my newdress from behind the sundresses and stepped into it. Pulling it up Iknew I would need a little help with the zipper. First, I dug into mysuitcase and pulled out the heels I had kept hidden and put them on myfeet.I pulled the curtain back and Sarah was sitting in a chair at the tablewith her back to my texting on the phone. She looked back over hershoulder and when she saw me her eyes widened, and her eyebrows raised."Wow, is that new? Wait dumb. She never moaned, never screamed. Just a quick intake of breath, a gasp as her stomach tightened suddenly and her hips pushed hard against my hand, her hand gripping me through my jeans.Our lips came together, mouths open, each breath coming fast. My hand in her panties, a finger moving deep inside her. Silky feel of her sparse blonde hair against my palm as I pushed against her mound; her hand unbuttoning the top fastener of my Levi's. Still locked in a kiss, her hand slipped inside my briefs,. I went and introduced myself to the instructor and had a seat watching the moms and the training k**s.For one of the techniques the instructor asked me to give him a hand and I was happy to oblige, while having the fun I saw the women looking at us and I couldn’t let them see me get pinned, So I rounded up the trainer in a mocking manner and pinned him down. He was quite surprised as he didn’t think we were wrestling and just demonstrating. I apologised smiling and turning the event into a joke.