It was announced that by the end of January they would have called number 45. I figured that my number was going to be called by March so I started to...look at my options. Army and Marines were out: I did not want to be shot at. I was too big of a target. The boats in the Coast Guard were too small, the Air Force still had to go into Vietnam and was constantly targeted, so I went Navy. My number was called for April, I was off by a month. I signed up for 180 day delayed enlistment, 4 Days later. But we shall have to see. Either way, the pleasure we are all getting from seeing you struggle not to cum, or the pleasure we will definitely get from punishing you if you do, we don’t mind one little bit.”“Personally,” Lorraine added, “I’d like to torture the hell out of you so be a good little boy and cum soon, please.”“Oh, me too,” added Liz. “And it’s my turn last with you, Kim. So you’d better make sure you have some self control left by the time I get around to you.”“Hey, I know what we. ‘It’s clear!’ repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud of his shrewdness. ‘He’s a spy sent to keep us in view! That isn’t quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this shall cost you dear!’ Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to say nothing to his master, lest he should be justly offended at this mistrust on the part of his adversaries. But he determined to chaff Fix, when he had the chance, with mysterious. It must have hurt like hell. Do you really get turned on by that?"Anne managed a laugh. "Didn't it look like it? Actually it wasn't as bad as it looked. It did really hurt, but Max and Elsa know how to make it sting without any real damage. I'll hurt a bit this afternoon and the marks may last a couple of days, but by tomorrow - or maybe even tonight - I'll probably be ready for some more. Probably not this severe, mind you, but some spanking or whipping anyway. And, for that matter, right now.