Like a modern man I had chosen to join her."I don't want to be a modern man or a French maid!" I protested.The hostess replied, "Well you could have f...ooled me!"She then put an arm round me and took me over to a large televisionscreen, guiding me on how to walk in stilettos and said that Megan hadmade the first choice. They had interviewed a cross section of thepublic and asked them whether a man or a woman ironed shirts and did thedishes and the overwhelming vote of the public was that a woman. "What time is it?" Twenty after five," Damian said as I crawled out of bed and stretched."I'll call Kelly and let the girls know we're coming," I said as I followed Damian out the door."Christian already called the girls and they're on the way," Damian replied.Bev, Cindy, Kelly and Jen joined Trevor, Damian, Billy, Jay, Shawn, G. J. and me for dinner, just like nearly every evening this term. Having the girls eat with us sure beat dinners at the Training Table with just the guys. Kelly and I. The Honourable Sandra Harries was not enjoying acting as a comfort woman for Brigadier Röttgen. His requirements were broadly similar to those of the Colonel, a naked female to fuck and sodomise, with interludes of fellatio. Unfortunately for both of then, Sandra was fastidious and while allowing herself to be penetrated vaginally and anally without making any protest, she objected bitterly to a prick being put in her mouth. She had allowed it during the inspection before dinner out of sheer. ”“Did she go dogging like you took me?”“Oh no,” he said, “there was never any mention of her going with other men.”“Was it when she started to lose interest that you started fucking Aunt Cathy?”“No, I was fucking her before l fucked your mother. In fact it was your mother that started us off, not that she knew it.”“What do you mean?”“Well your mother and l had been going out for a while,” he said, “after an evening at the cinema we would drive to a local picnic spot for a kiss and a cuddle, it.