The kind that was hard to tell if she was enjoying it, or wishing I would stop. “How is it?” I asked.“It hurts,” she replied.“Just relax, ho...ey. Oh, Nisha, I love you so much. I love you. Please just relax your sphincter muscles and it will be easier.”My soothing words helped, as I eased my cock head in.“How is it now?” I asked again.“It still hurts a little.”I started to pull back, “NO, but in a good way. Keep going.”I managed to get the head of my cock all the way in, and I watched as her. “What’s going on skipper? Who died?” I ask, expecting to be told that one of my pilots crashed, or one of my swabbies had been knocked overboard during flight ops. I watched the three men pass a glance around the room like the Harlem Globetrotters passing a basketball.“Gem, we don’t know how to tell you this.” Began the chaplain.“It’s Allyson.” The skipper interrupts. “She was killed in a car accident.”My heart stops. I can barely see or think. My beloved but estranged wife was dead. I can’t. And he took loans on the equity in the house, too. He's agreed to go into counselling." Oh." She sat silent, obviously thinking things over. "So..." So you're free." But what about..." Miss Sharpe, do you really want sex with me?" I could see the conflict in her expression."But I offered..." Yes, you did. But I'm sure an offer made in desperation is not the way you want to lose your virginity."I wouldn't have thought the shock could have intensified, but it did. Her mouth dropped open."Miss. It is possible your judges would not mete out the death penalty but would instead mete out a lesser punishment of enslavement for ten or twenty years. Then you would be formally stripped of your rank and uniform in front of the assembled soldiers and then sold naked at public auction in the nearest Florida city. Anyone might buy you — including Hank Dalton. Or you can accept Hank's gracious offer and enslave yourself to him voluntarily. Colonel Mithras is willing to have you enter slavery.
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