I get up to go to the bedroom. As I approach the room, I'm sure it is a woman moaning, and it sounds like she is enjoying whatever is happening to her.... Just about when I can see the bed, I also see that a woman's clothes are at the end of it, you know high hells probably a skirt or dress, on the floor. I realize that the moaning is someone on the bed, I peek around the corner and I see you. You are almost completely naked, except for what are a black garter, hose and one of those half bras that. You two are in deep shit. Know that Sarge? What am I to do?" "Sergeant, it's all my fault. I'm a slut. I'm proud of it, but I get people in trouble. I don't want the sergeant to get in trouble. I really think I could do something to make up for this. Can't I, Sergeant? Something? Anything?" "I think we're all starting to get on the same page, Private. Yes, we are indeed. You get on your hands and knees there, little girl. Sarge, you want her to suck your cock? Cause I want her ass. Is that. Finally his stomach settled down, and he laid there quietly thinkingand trying to remember, trying to remember anything. He knew thathis name was Jimmy, but beyond that he was lost. He realized thathe didn't even know how old he was. There wasn't any hair aroundhis genitals, so he knew that he wasn't old enough for puberty yet.He didn't know how he knew it, but he knew that older boys andmen had hair around their cocks, and that they could shoot cum.While thinking these things, Jimmy let his. (They actually felt nice, but I wasn't going to tell her that.) She brought me into the bedroom and sat me down at the dressing table. It was covered in all sorts of strange smelling bottles and tubes. Dr Jeckyll would have been jealous and I was about to become Sister Hyde. Sarah picked out one of the bottles and dabbed some coloured stuff onto a sponge. "Now," she said, "Sit back, close your eyes and relax." Easier said than done, but I didn't seem to have much choice. I closed my eyes and.