I walked down the aisle glancing from side to side looking at the items. At one point, I stopped a few feet in front of the employee with my legs tog...ther. I then bent at my waist to look at an item that was closer to the ground. Allowing my dress to pull up along the back of my legs exposing more of them. Soon, I stopped in front of one of the larger items."Is this the biggest one you have?" Umm, I'm not really sure I could probably check but it looks like the biggest one we have." It will. I hope you'll both be very happy." Thank you, Sir. I assure you we will." Mark smiled warmly and then moved to a wry look. "The problem is how to deal with Fitzmaurice."Colonel Wilson smiled. "Tell me," he said.Mark smiled back. "Well, pretty understandably, the general wants him off the premises." Colonel Wilson nodded. "But he doesn't want publicity for Victoria's sake so he doesn't want a Court Martial or anything like that. He'd prefer it if the whole business was handled in-house but that. Frank lookdisgusted."So are you like gay or what?" Lucy asked."No, I'm not gay." So you don't look at Frank and think how you'd like to suck his cock? Hehas a big cock." Lucy grinned as she gave him a playful peck on thecheek."I'd beat the crap out of him if he tried, faggot," Frank responded.I sighed. "No, I don't look at Frank, or any male, and imagine suckingtheir cocks." So why then?" Lucy asked."I know! He's a cross dresser! Some guys like to dress in women'sclothes. He's one of them," Mel. „Thanks,“ said an American voice. „Just leave it there. I'll call you when it's no longer required.“„Very good, Sir,“ My collar and chain were taken off; I remained on my knees, nose to the floor. It was all too familiar. I recalled how I used to tremble and sob when I first had to do this. No longer. I recalled the hideous shame I felt. That was now much reduced, though not entirely absent.There was a long silence, I didn't think he was studying me in the miror because I head rustling of.