Warum?" Na dann h?re gut zu mein Kind ... morgen zu der Zeit als du das Lichtder Welt erblickt hast nimmst du die kleine Statue in deine H?ndeschlie?t... deine Augen und sagst dreimal - in dem gleichen Wortlaut - deinegr??ten Wunsch laut aus. Hast du das verstanden?" Ja sicher", grinste ich, "werde ich machen." Mein Kind vertue deine Chance nicht und denk an meine Worte ... und duwirst gl?cklich werden."Ich kaufte mir die Statue und verabschiedete mich. Ich ging heim stelltedie Statue - sie war. “Can I come in?” The speaker was a man, and when the door opened, I could see the insignia. He was a lieutenant colonel.“Shit!” I muttered. Then to him I said, “Sorry, sir. Please come in.” Bravo Three started scrambling to their feet. “Yeah, come to attention!” I ordered.The officer laughed and came inside the room. “At ease, at ease.”“Some watchdogs you guys are! The hajjis could come in here and you’d never even notice!” I told them.“At ease!” The colonel kept laughing. “You’re Corporal. ..turn around, painwhore...on all fours....show me what you want,slut"Oh he was doing it again now, making me ask for it, reminding me ofwhat I wanted, what I had dreamed of and confessed to him..making sureI wouldn't break again, that I was so horny and desperate, and somehowreassured through my fears...I turned and aimed my ass right at him, looking back over my shoulder,noticing how shiny the purple slut dress was on my back and ass...Ifelt so self-conscious of aiming my thonged and plugged. We fucked for almost a year before my current relationship. He slapped me, bit me, choked me, and used me. And I loved every minute of it. There was something about him that I could not resist. And it wasn't just that amazing cock of his that could turn me from a respectful woman into a begging bitch within seconds. There was something else. I'm not quite sure what it was, although I suspect it was our shared views on sex. I think we both believed sex was not an act of intimacy (something I.