Trace used to say that his family considered arms their profession and pain their hobby.How did a nice girl like me from Lowell, Massachusetts get mixed up with this group of patriotic sadists? My predilection for reaching an orgasm only after a sound flogging had brought Trace Donaldson and I together. As a result, I had a five-year commitment to patch up soldiers in whatever piss poor backwater the Army selected.Copyright 2003 **** Choke on it bitch, commanded my brother-in-law.
I had gone to the club hoping that some one with a talented whip hand would give me the discipline I craved.
A pair of dommes had made an attempt at providing a decent flogging but I needed something stronger.
Denise was Robbie's wife and a former Marine who'd resigned her commission five years ago in order to commence pumping out babies to carry on the Donaldson line. There were three little Donaldson's at home being cared for by the nanny.
There were six of us seated in the back of the stretch limousine: my father-in-law, Brigadier General Gable M.
When my mouth opened, he shoved his tongue inside all the while twisting my dugs to within a millimeter of separating from my tits.
To this day I can recall the pain in my breasts and feel my cunt get wet.
Major Clement Donaldson had ended his days at Chickamauga, supposedly standing beside General Thomas, the Rock of Chickamauga until a mini-ball took off part of his skull.
Two Donaldsons gave their all during the War to End All Wars.
Synopsis: Newly widowed Army Captain Rossalind Donaldson returns home for her husband's funeral.
The Donaldson's are incensed at the Captain bacause right before their son was killed, he found out she was behaving like a slut at her posting.
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