Once again I set off at a fast pace and the sissy had to mince wildly behind me to stay close. Once or twice he reached under his skirt to try and sl...ide the condom back in place, but I knew he couldn't possibly carry it off the whole way.Sure enough, back at my place I had him stand on a stool and lift his skirt while I closely examined his panties. They naturally were soaked. I scolded him as I removed his panties and wiped him off. "All right, Paula, I need some satisfaction. You've had. ”“My master is outside,” Louvel explained, “he wishes to see you.”Just then Jacque le Gris stepped through the doorway and closed our door behind him. I was confused and more than a little frightened.“Squire le Gris!” I shouted, protesting his presence in our home. “What is the meaning of this?”He walked across the room and grabbed my hand, pulling it to his breast. “My Lady,” Le Gris said, as he kissed my hand, “I am sorry to intrude, but I desperately needed to see you. I cannot get you out. That night I jerked off to her tantalizing image. I could hardly wait to see her again. The following day I kept my eye appointment and waited for her in the cafeteria. She was as punctual as she was sensual. I waved to her after she’d gotten her cappuccino and she slid onto a chair opposite me, gliding butt-first onto the plastic seat in that ultra-feminine way that brings to mind a dainty bird lowering itself onto a nest. ‘Your eyes okay?’ she asked, looking into them. ‘Slight astigmatism,’. A minor hiccup happened when he went to submit his application for the Games. The Lance Corporal accepting the applications insisted he did not qualify to apply. It took a phone call to the training DI of Bret's platoon, and to the Capitan of the Training Battalion, to get his application accepted. Both insisted that Bret was qualified to apply.It was during a ten mile training run two days later, that changes began to take place in Bret's life. About seven miles into the run, with Bret's mind.