The tales that you read here are taken from a series of interviewsbetween Dr Marchland and the subject Sam Whitman. Whilst the content ofthe interview...s have been edited to provide the reader with a clear andunderstandable commentary on the subjects history none of the facts havebeen changed and the subject agrees that they are an accuraterepresentation of the events.Part OneBeginningsSam Whitman first came to my attention in March 2014 having beenreferred by Dr Maggie Sorensson.According to the. The pearl embedded in the dais glowed, bathing her feet in pale blue-white light. Her fingers remained pressed at the same exact pressure against her sensitized folds and nipple, leaving her on a maddening knife's-edge of pleasuring and non-pleasuring. A drop of her still hot, liquid arousal trickled down the inside of her thigh.Despite the intense feeling of vulnerability and helplessness, she felt a small measure of relief. She understood what was desired of her right at the start. She was to. Blaine headed up to work the sonar (I had no idea when or how he learned that skill) and I sure as hell didn't know where Sgt. Reynolds went. Then I was told to swab the fucking deck. Yeah, I remembered too late where I heard about this damn sub - it was the one that the then L.Cpl. Blaine used to return the rescued Seal team. Yeah, he was a real fucking hero to all the crew on this sub and I had fucked up when I gave them a measure of crap!That's okay, because sooner or later we would be off. Janet’s juices flowed out of her cunt and down her legs as they shook. She waited a few seconds then fell, forward, hugging Trisha. Mark fell forward on top of Janet. Jim snapped pics. His hard cock swinging in the air. “Mark, you got any left in the tank?” Jim asked. He had an idea to take this over the top. “I can go a little while longer. What do you have in mind?” Jim set up the phone to capture the whole living room and hit record. “Lay down on the coffee table face up. Janet climb on.