.Had a female friend of mine do my make up, and was as close to passable as Ihave ever been. I get to the Place, and the rooms each have a entrance. I... am met at the door by his wife in a robe. I enter, she tells me to drop to my knees and obey her! Now after recovering from the bulge in my pants,I knelt down and lowered my head.She removed the robe,and was very stunning. Dressed in a very sexy outfit, and was wearing a 10 inch strap on!!!She then moved me to the table in the room. Her man was. As I watched this beautiful womanperform oral on the man, as she laid on her back, legs spread as hetook her, as she knelt before him while he gripped her hips thrustingmadly, I felt jealous again. But not of the man, of her. I wanted to bebeautiful, to be loved, to be taken. That moment triggered a feelingand desire in me I would never get rid of.So now, fast forward to say 10 years later. I'd had my share of sexualexperiences, all of them as the "man", all hetero. Even though secretlyI would. ”Paula took off his nicely polished loafers and socks. He stood with eyes downcast.“Oh how lovely. I’m glad you used some color.” His toe nails were painted pink.It was a lovely night with a warm breeze. “Pauline my feet are a little sore from these heels. Would you rub them for me?”“Yes Miss.” He refilled her glass again and sets the bottle on the floor. As he was about to sit at her feet, she said: “Pauline, you should remove your pants so they don’t get dirty from this patio floor. I. " Nice to meet you, Mayzie," she said, uncoiling from her seat andoffering a hand. I faltered a moment; it had to be a trap. Not only wasa military police officer calling me by my first name in the RSM?s scaryoffice, but she wanted to shake my hand.It was dry and firm. I must have looked dazed, she smiled kindly andsuggested I sat down. When I looked to the RSM for permission heinclined his blocky head towards the other easy chair. "Even I have tobow down to a superior authority, even in my own.