I held onto the chair, placed the seat cushion under my knees as to help prevent from getting any runs in my stockings and wiggled my wet fanny in his... direction.I looked back over my shoulder, asking him what he was waiting for…With an evil grin on his face he straddled my hips and started teasing me by rubbing and slapping my ass cheeks with his huge long black serpent…I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to beg for it... To beg him to fuck me in my ass…I quickly begged for it, almost in. Kristen's phat ass was fodder for lewd talk by these young horny k**s behind closed doors.I'm no angel myself. Many a time I had masturbated to mental images of Kristen's ass, whether it be watching her jeans scream for mercy as she bent over to grab a sack of flour from the storage room floor, or how her ass-cheeks shifted back and forth in her pants mid-walk as she tended to her daily tasks. These were the driving factors for my impromptu request to sodomize her plump ass, which I had planned. Pete: "Oh, boy". Erin: "Oh dear, Tiger must be hungry". Pete quickly untied Erin from the young tree. Both dived into their back-packs, while Tiger watched with which belated breakfast they´d come up.Tiger noticed some yoghurt, felt short of proteins after the climb, and quickly lapped it up from her snatch, while Erin was digging to something to feed her cat. With her head in backpack, Erin moaned: "Hey, Pete. Gimme a break!"Pete helped out: "Hey, hottie. Tiger can have all of this tuna. And. It seemed a bit like hitting a nut with a sledge hammer to put me up before a General Court Martial. A District Court Martial has the sentencing power to award up to 4 years inside a military prison, and surely they weren't going to give me more than that. It was an open and shut case, I had definitely struck a superior officer, and most of the great and the good of HQ BAOR had been there to witness it. That was part of the problem, well, of my problem. The fact that the crime had been carried.