"Holy shit, I wanted to get my face between those fantastic cheeks, but she'd asked for proper kisses, so I lightly but firmly planted a kiss on each ...rb of ass flesh. "Hello, ma'am!"I called it right, because Roberta laughed delightedly and dropped the back of her gown, then turned and leaned down to give me a long, hot kiss on the lips, with plenty of tongue. Then looking into my eyes, she backed up against the table and sat on it, letting her legs straddle me where I sat. "I hope you're. . that's sort of the idea..."She looked up at him, then down at the box, and began to tear open the wrapping, revealing a plain black box, which she opened to reveal a broad, black leather collar, lined with velvet and with a black anodised d-ring and twin buckles. With trembling fingers she lifted it out of the box and looked up at him, twin tears tracking down her cheeks."Will you ... you should ... are you going to put this on me?" We need to talk first. I need to know what you expect from. My legs and bladder suddenly felt a little weak. "Err….I..yeah, sure I've seen Mrs Bettino on-" "She's stepping out on me, Mick," interrupted Bettino. "Can you believe that shit? I wanna kill her but I love her so I just adjusted her attitude a little. Give her a little tuning up." Seems only fair and-" "Shut der fuck up, Micky," interrupted Bettino. "Dolores' bruises will fade but the fuckin sneaky motherfucker laying it to her is getting ice picked." I touched my ear. Involuntary. Just did. The corporal returned to attention, the very picture of a proper junior Marine NCO. The LtCmdr. said, “As you were, Son, tell the first sergeant I said thank you.” The corporal barked out. “Aye-aye, sir.” He then executed a near perfect about face and marched back to S1.As the Second Battalion’s Chaplain, LtCdr. Hyschak reviewed the personnel files of every recruit who specified a non-standard religion. Today, he had three folders to review, the first two recruits’ non-standard religions were.