The door to the bathroom opened, and Pamela stepped in and shut it behind her. “Hang up your robe young lady. Time for inspection.”Jackie slid t...he robe off of her shoulders and placed it on a hook near the bathtub. “Face away from the mirror, stand tall, eyes forward. I do not need to remind you that you do not look at me.”Jackie caught a quick glimpse of Pamela entering the room, and recognized the outfit she liked to wear when performing training duties. It was a black leather bra with a. While I feel it is important for me to tell my story, itis a story which I am only comfortable telling after I am gone. It is all verytrue. In the summer of 1934 I knelt humbly yet proudly on the coolmarble floor in the chapel of our order?s motherhouse in Chicago and professedto the Auxiliary Bishop of the Archdiocese vows of poverty, chastity, andobedience to my Superiors, dedicating my life to the Order of the Sisters of St.Michael of the Angels.? For two years I had prepared for that. We should reach land in two days and it won't be soon enough. There's not much happening aboard the ship except to say everyone calls it called the "Grey Ghost.". Someone said it was the Queen Mary. Anyway, I'm alright and will write more after we disembark. Love ya! DylanThe first letter Dylan received overseas was from his friend Charlie Blankendorf who wrote that Daisy had given him the address. Most of the letter was about mutual friends and how people were coping with the blackouts and. “No!” I moaned in disappointment. “Please, put it back in! I was so close! My kitty needs to be fed some man-milk! She's so hungry!” Then I felt Mark raise my hips up a bit, his hard cock pocking at my ass crack. “You ever been fucked in the ass, Cassie?” “No,” I answered, feeling a little scared. But I shouldn't be. I was Mark's slut, and a good slut takes it up the ass, or at least that's what Jodie Miller always said. And she should know, she fucked the entire first string of our varsity.