"Is that 'no?' Answer 'yes sir' or 'no sir' when speaking to a superior. I'm your superior. Do you understand?" Yes, sir," he said, stiffly without th...e enthusiasm I wanted to hear."How do you address a superior, cadet?" 'Yes, sir' or 'no sir, '" he answered."Let's run," I said, avoiding using military terminology for the time being. We took off, me telling him things he needed to know about the academy, the schedule, the number of cadets in a room, the layout within a room and the number of. Facing the pair just inches apart in front of one another, their similarly firm breasts jaunt outward, spreading, separating as their shoulders arch back from the restraints of the taut straps behind their backs affixed to their upper arms. Hands down toward their sides, the palms resting on the curves of their hips, their bright red fingernail polish matches perfectly with their lipstick. Close enough to sense one another, their nipples rising, lowering, practically touching as they breathe. After a couple of days my real sister went to college my dad went to the office and my mom went to the neighbor aunt’s house(from where she used to come after at least 2-3 hours) after bolting the door, I called Tanya to the inner bedroom.She came after some time and she seemed scared. I held her waist for the first time and told her not to be scared of me as I loved her. I pulled her closer and started kissing her. It felt amazing, my hands were on her ass. I was squeezing her ass, it was very. “What, did she steal a pair out of my house?” How could she even know? “And who the hell is Sasha Ford?”“She’s a teenager who lives across the street from you,” Mrs. Quick said, texting fast on her phone.Sasha FordI couldn’t believe fourteen-year-old Chloe Quick had captured me. This was so lame. That little twerp had figured me out. She was some teeny-bopper idiot. Always talking about makeup channels on YouTube and copying how her older sister, Bryana, dressed.And she had outwitted me.Her.