Carry on Mr. LeBoeuf. I shall observe silently."The first sorry looking defaulter was marched in, apparently still heavily hung-over, and was duly sen...enced and remitted to the Master-at-Arms for punishment. He was quite incapable in his present state of making any sort of defence of his actions, which rather convicted him out of his own grunts."Did he understand everything you said?" asked the Admiral after he had been marched out."Yes and no, sir," replied the Second Officer, "Yes, in that. How many men would give their eye teeth to be where I am presently, looking at the shaved pussy of the most gorgeous woman I'd ever laid eyes on. My cock again felt the frustration of being caged.The order came swiftly. "Lick my toes slave!" Lowering my head, I began with the big toe of her right foot, then moved slowly onto each drawing pleasureable sighs from her. Repeating the process on the left foot, I felt the satisfaction of pleasing my mistress."Lick my leg slave!"That order didn't. Ashley slept in a cold bed upstairs with the door closed so no one would hear her cry.Brad worked a lot of hours overtime, even when he could have chosen not to. He came home after the supper table had been cleared only to be with Cathy and Cindy for a while before they had to go to bed. He was not eating well and was loosing weight but he told himself this was a good thing. He got too little exercise and could stand to lose a couple of pounds.Ashley went to work, picked up her babies from the. “Trying for a baby” has been awesome! It’s been serious, and playful, and romantic, and… Just… Mmmmm.I know you’re disappointed that it hasn’t happened yet. It will. I wish I could tell you my secret though. We don’t keep secrets but I have this one, this awful one: The truth is that I’ve only been pretending to share your frustration at not getting pregnant because telling you might make you think I don’t want to carry your baby. I couldn’t bear that. No, better to keep my own counsel. I.