And I did. She looked down at me and massaged my temples and caressed my face. "Mmmmmm, baby, that feels soooo good!" I used to do this for the little... girl next door when I babysat. It calmed her down and put her to sleep." She smiled. "Don't go to sleep, though." And it could have been perfectly innocent and so very caring.Finally I sad, "Nikki, If I don't get up and shower, I'm gonna go to sleep right here in your lap."Her smile was sublime. "That wouldn't be THAT bad. But you'll sleep better. You’ll need to use your ID or pay cash since you’re not set up in the system for meals yet.”Anyone who has seen old Army movies or TV shows can equate Army mess halls with those shown in prison movies, except the prison mess hall isn’t outside in a tent somewhere. You went down the line, got whatever they slapped on your tray, and liked it. The Air Force mess halls are like a restaurant. They had a grill for burgers, various vegetables, entrees, desserts, and a small salad bar. My tray was full. God she was a good meat locker today. Pete used her bouncing on my cock as a means to get a nice blow job.Stacey moaned loudly with Peter’s cock in her mouth, “Fuck my ass Peter. Fuck it with that Peter North Cock of yours.” At least that is what it sounded like. Pete took her face and gave it a couple of good pumps to ensure it was nice and sloppy to get a good lube on it before he entered her ass. “Oh boy. Okay honey.” He held her face as he pulled away. As he pulled his cock out of her. “Master, I’ll sign. I’ll sign!”Howard chuckled to himself. He knew that the little slut could not resist pain. But it was not over yet. He was going to teach the little slut the nature of her slavery. He was her Master and held the power of life, death, and pain over her. She would never dare to defy him again after this whipping. He knew from experience that after the first good whipping, slave sluts lost any defiance that they had and would accept their role as property. “Whaaaaap, Whaaaaap..