" Where are we going," she soon asked fear in her voice. I turned on the spot and pushed her against a tree. "please I'm sorry don't hit me!" she crie... fresh tears in her eyes. "ill let it slide this time your learning to be a slave but next time I will punish you if you talk without my permission."She nodded her head trying not to cry. "now come on we are almost there." I said moving forward. she kept her head to the ground as she followed me. we soon got to the clearing and I got everything. She would gently massage my cum laden balls, the suck harder. Mom told me later her nickname in high school was "the head cheerleader". I now know why. It wasnt long, before I had to cum. I think mom sensed it, because right before I came, she slid a finger up my ass. God, I didnt think I could cum that much! Mom loved every drop. She wasnt like the local college girls, who pulled away so they wouldnt have to swallow. Drained of my cum, I figured I would go soft. Mom. They took their positions at the head of the formations. It was obvious from the confusion that the division had never been assembled like this before.Exactly at 0600, Mike passed the word, and a bugler sounded officer’s call. Instantly, they could hear platoons, then companies, then battalions, and finally regiments reporting ready. The regimental commanders were lined up in front of Mike.Kelly marched to where they were standing. Mike executed an about-face and saluted Kelly reporting, “The. They tried to pull her out of it, tried to get her away. They even went to the police after a while, filed a restraining order."I told you my parents were killed in a car accident when I was 15?" I nodded."Well, all four of us were actually in the car. Cathy and I were in the back seat, on our way home from somewhere or other. All I can remember was bright light, and then spinning and the sound of screaming, and then hanging upside down. We had been hit, head on, by a truck. My parents, in the.