I slowly inserted it into her. It didn’t go. It was our first time. She was laying in missionary and I mounted her. Little by little, he went in. Sh...e was in pain and I could see tears flowing down her eyes. I wanted to stop. But, she told me to keep going. Finally, after many fruitless attempts, I was in. Totally in. I stayed in that position for a while and was kissing her. After the pain diminished, I started bobbing. It was uncomfortable at first, but, she started enjoying it after a while.. My fingers touched and toyed with the third button of her blouse and she suddenly gulped in a deep breath. Having never been overly aggressive I wasn't sure what would come next. From deep inside my mind I recalled reading of how some women liked being forced and/or taken.I lightly placed my hands on her shoulders and gently kneaded and caressed them. She gave a small shudder and my first instinct was to stop, but her eyes became hooded as her lips twitched into a tiny smile. My hands glided. ”Kelly looked at the girl impassively. “Rita, I’m the commanding officer. Those are my orders. It may have escaped the notice of some people, but the name of the institution is The War College. War is, in essence, a rather violent activity. Soldiers do their work when diplomacy fails. Am I clear?“See that the memos are sent out as soon as possible. And, Rita, call a meeting of the faculty and staff in the auditorium at 0930.”The girl looked startled, but obeyed.At nine-thirty Kelly was standing. The Japanese guarded the Sea of Japan as closely as any harbor in the world. Of course they noticed.The Japanese Coast Guard, part of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces, have a patrol boat and station near there.RING (Japanese Goast Guard phone.)“Hai.” (Translated conversation.) “YES?”“A sailboat flying a New Zealand flag is loitering off the Yura harbor?”“Five minutes of sailing back and forth?”“The round eyes are probably lost. I’ll send the cutter.”“Yes, yes. I know ... lost in sight of land..