Almost panting from the exertion she still couldn’t see that she was any better. To her it felt as if they were wasting their time training her.Mile...en could see the frustration on Adina’s face as they had worked through the exercises. In almost a week now King Ambrose’s cousin could not only hold but yield a sword. The fact that the female’s grip had improved and she hadn’t lost her sword in the last two days was a definite improvement. Still Mileen thought her strength isn’t improving fast. I released her. I kept her from crying out, we were in a public place after all, but she made lots of small noises. Whimpers and little cries as her body was overwhelmed with orgasmic tremors. From under the table came the undeniable scent of pussy. My dick was raging in my pants, but I controlled myself. I let go of her hand and it was like watching a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her whole body slumped forward in exhaustion and her head rested on the table, hands laying limp at their. ”The Corporal looked at the ground and shyly asked, “Colonel Maggie, I really enjoyed making the MREs so I was wondering if it would be possible for me to try to cook a whole meal?”I added, “Hell, he only has to do as well as the current cook and that’s not much.”Colonel Maggie wisely suggested, “Corporal, why don’t we send you back to HQ and let you apprentice as a cook?”He smiled and said, “Gosh Ma’am, you’d really do that for me.”Colonel Maggie looked at me and asked, “Okay Sgt., where are. I just nodded and said oh, knowing that to show too much interest may have repercussions later. Nichole believes that as a married woman she should show a modicum of decorum except in bed. "What poison do you fancy?" I ask Layla"Oh, a can of that crap you drink will do Mark, I don’t want to get pissed." She giggles again. I get the cans out of the kitchen fridge and when I return to the living room Layla is lying back in the chair scrutinising my Playboy. Her legs are parted slightly and I try.