Gina waited impassively while Wendy dried her, lifting an arm or spreading a thigh like a robot to accommodate her slave's tasks.When finished, Jean f...itted her with a robe and pointed for Wendy to get her slippers. She fitted them carefully on her mistress's feet and then fell on all fours with Jean as Gina descended to leave the room. "You may clean each other and then prepare supper. I'll be in the living room."Wendy watched Jean as he used a washcloth to wipe her inside thighs and vagina.. Paula was a Captain in the California National Guard, with a degree in Journalism. We met at the club on Ft. Irwin one night, and hit it off, even though she was a part-time officer, and I worked for a living. All I know is that with her gorgeous blue eyes and dark flowing brunette hair, I was smitten.Me? I'm John Blakely, and I had saved enough money during my Enlistments to go to College at UCLA with the help of the G.I. Bill. Paula, as it turned out, had gone UCLA as well, and she still had. She had packed a nice bottle of wine, salad, spaghetti, garlic bread and chocolate mousse. She hoped all would go as she had been dreaming of in her mind. She dressed in a tank T-shirt and Jean shorts. She packed a jacket and sweat pants along with her umbrella for safety measures. She placed everything in her minivan and checked her list to make sure she had everything. Now it was off to meet the date she had been dreaming of for months. She pulled into the park to wait for his arrival. She. The Parthian government will never admit what has happened and this incident will go down in history us an unfortunate misunderstanding between Ar’Raq and Parthia, I shook my head at the thought of politics. Better to be a soldier that a politician, better it is to know whom to fight and forget about the bull shit of just cause that the politicians have uttered out of their mouth. Either it be for their ‘Allah’, to counter capitalistic empire expansion, or their sense of justice such as getting.