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The sergeant walked off a few paces into the night mist and kindly turned his head away. Charlotte took him into her arms and gave him the only kiss that he ever received from her. She then hugged him tightly and whispered into his ear, “I am so very sorry, Jimmy! So sorry.” He whispered into her ear, “It’s OK, Charlotte. It’s OK.” She turned and took the sergeants hand as they walked away. He never saw either of them again. He slept alone that night in the hotel room that he had had such high hopes for. THE RACE: P.T. training continued from basic training for several weeks into the tech school regime. To graduate from P.T, the airman had to perform a series of tasks to a standard. Things like pushups, pull ups and running a measured mile were included. Jimmy was in the best shape of his life, but was built very slim and spare in the shoulders and arms. Most of his strength was in his thighs. He had BDSM been a cross country runner in high school and a roller-skater, since. At the end of the P.T. test, he had not met the standard of any of the strength events, though he could do sit ups all day. When the sergeant asked them to line up for the mile run, he told the sergeant that it was no use since he had failed the other events. The sergeant consulted his clip board and told him that he had done respectfully in them, with an honest effort in each. The necessary time for the mile spanking was 6 minutes. He was told that if he could beat that with a significantly better time, he would be passed anyway. That was all of the incentive that he needed. Not another 6 weeks of P.T. During his stay at Keesler, Jimmy was pretty girl much domination a loner. He got along with the other guys pretty well, but was an unknown among them, since he spent so much time at the roller rinks and in New Orleans. The other guys just mostly ignored him. One guy though was very annoying, because of some jealously that Jimmy never understood. He was from Michigan and had been a modestly successful runner there. Jimmy had only run cross-country and with very modest success. He had bounced back and forth between the varsity and the J.V’s. He placed high among the J.V. runners and in the middle of the varsity runners. James just made the varsity for state and placed a distant number forty on a relatively flat course. He had trouble with going out too fast and then fading because he could maintain a pace, and increase it, but when he started to slow, it was soon over since he couldn’t pick up his speed again. If he could avoid that until he ‘hit the wall,’ he could run all day long. Once in high school he was running a very flat course and was far ahead, when three runners passed him. He didn’t know that they were college runners out to give him fetish a thrill. He thought that he was in forth when he crossed the finish line. Trouble was that it wasn’t the finish line. Everyone was trying to get him restarted and were pointing to the real finish line. Jimmy managed to get himself moving again and did actually finish fourth. This was what moved him up to the varsity for state. The course for the P.T. final test was laid out on the airport taxiway. It involved a lap and a half around the chosen course. As she pulled back to look at me she was going to say something, but I pulled her in and kissed her. Erin… how exactly are we going to… ahhh… do this?” I ask nervously. I groaned, my toes flexing as the tingling, near orgasmic-pleasure rushed through me. I unlocked the wooden sliding doors, then gently and quietly slid them open. She’d quickly moved on fetish and found some other people to talk to, strategically giggling and chatting easily with a small group of guys—and Emily? Her clit was peeking out too. She looks remarkably stoic as she stands in line, despite the death sentence displayed at her throat. “We’ve been looking for you. 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Shit. “Now clean off my cock before I put it away.” Tim said and shoved his softening cock towards my face. She went with me when I bought the dress and shoes and when I was looking at lingerie she asked, ‘Why are you being girl so choosy about panties, you going to let your father see them?’ We didn’t really sext that much over the next week. Tegan wet her lips with her tongue and stretched jer jaw, Sam regarded her with a slight smile. I held her close and dropped my hands to her lower back and bottom.