I knew immediately that he and I would not be getting together again. We should never have gotten together in the first place. John was married and wo...rse than that he was my commanding officer. Chapter 2 My name is Pamela Johnson, I am 45 years old and I live in the Los Angeles area. The story I am telling you began 25 years ago while I was serving in the United States Army. Back then I was SP4 Martin. It was 1981 and the Soviet Union was just beginning to show signs that it was weakening and. I hesitated at my car with the keys in my hand (just open the fucking door, start the car and get the fuck out of here). He smiled (an evil smile) and motioned me with his hand to come over."Come on," he said again, "just want to see how you're doing. I won't keep you long."(Yeah, just long enough to suck him off; get the fuck out of here)"Well, I really...really...I need to...get going." I couldn't believe how nervous and intimidated I felt; I couldn't even look at him."Yeah, you've said, but. It is nice to meet you both also. I will serve Master Michael and wear his collar soon.”Laughing at her remark, Michael added, “She will also have a sore red bottom later to go with her attitude. Now apologize for your rudeness to your sisters, slave.”Feeling the sting and weight of his words, she replied, “Yes Master. I am sorry. Please forgive my rudeness, sisters.” She added the last word in hopes of pleasing Michael.“All right, now we all know one another.” He said and he sat up and grabbed. When will you fuck me, already? Or do you believe I didn’t check that you wanted me? Your regular visits to the toilet, the shaking under the desk.”She winked seductively“Why do you think I dress always so sexy? It’s just for you”She stood up and came over to the bed. I was a bit nervous, unsure what to do and to say. She got to her knees and shoved my upper body away, so I lost my balance, until she could take a good grip on my dick. A statisfied moan escaped her mouth, when she realized that.