“Private Jones take possession of your fire team leaders’ rifle, LBE, and grenades. His pistol remains in his custody with ammunition. Understood?...�� “Yes, Sir!” I remove the mag, and clear the chamber and catch the round in my hand and put it back in the mag, take off my LBE and hand it over along with the claymores and frags I had stuffed in my pockets…” “Anything else on you PFC, other than your service pistol?” “No Sir!” "Platoon Sergeant!" “Yes, Sir!” Our PFC here will be going on a. If you lose count, then I’ll start all over. understand?" Y..yes sir" Good...and maybe if you behave, maybe I’ll give you a reward" and as he said that he dipped two fingers down into my pussy. causing a barely audible moan to escape my lips. he pulled his fingers away and without even a warning, the belt came down on my ass with a loud SMACK causing me to jump"Ah!....o...one s..sir." SMACK!"Oh two sir..."SMACK!"Three sir..."SMACK!"Four sir..." on and on it went. the belt smacking my thick. It faded to a bright sky-blue on her breasts and stomach, and presumably her crotch as well. The suit covered her from the chin down and I could see two sets of gills on her neck open and close rhythmically.Her hair was of a striking teal with darker, green streaks throughout and she wore it short, with only a few strands going below the high neck of her suit. An expensive, gold-plated comms unit adorned her left wrist and an empty holster was slung around her hips. A surprisingly genuine smile. Both girls admitted that they were indeed horny. "Ithink we should all just take off our clothes and do what we all want todo," she suggested. "Wait. Would that make us...you know...lesbians?" askeda concerned Jess. Fantasies were one thing, but to actually have themrealized was quite another for the girl.Laura answered Jess' question with one of her own, this one addressed toChristine. "Chris, when you watched your sister, did it make you feel gay?"she asked, hoping that Chris had the right.