" He took my head in his large hands, pushing me back gently and I looked up at him expectantly, thinking he would free his cock and want me to suck i... for him."I liked Jim, your, uh ... Master ... I liked him a lot and you being his wife and all..." he cleared his throat, " ... I think maybe we shouldn't, you know?"I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head, trying to understand what the man was saying. He didn't want to mate with me anymore because my Master had married me? Or because he was gone?. He was 32 at the time. i smiled at him as i opened the package up inside was a one piece dress that was very see thru and white. i was told to put it on which i did stripping in front of him down to nothing my little 32 a cups and shaved hairless pussy. i slipped it over my head and the dress just came down to the point of hiding my ass. i showed off for him and could tell he really liked it i went in and put on some 6 inch heels to make my 51 frame a little taller and asked if that was good. I quickly found the aisle containing the realistic-looking dildoes, and after browsing for several minutes, selected four of the more useful looking ones - a standard 7 inch model, a nice looking 10 inch device, the highly recommended 12 inch 'gut buster', and the last, aptly named Mandingo, a terrifying 14 inches of molded coal-black neoprene that cried out to me like a little lost puppy. Two of the models even had hollow testicles that you could fill with your favorite semen substitute and. Not long after poor Jim’s unfortunate episode, the Regimental Sergeant-Major visited our tent one morning. Kanga and I were busy doing our laundry and cleaning up, but Honey was flat on his back on his bunk, as usual, spine-bashing.WO2 Keith E. was known as the Wicket-Keeper, because he never missed anything, and nothing got past him. The rest of us were ‘standing-to’ beside our bunks, but Honey snoozed on until the RSM spoke, then rolled over and blinked at him. The Wicket-Keeper said: “Stay.