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.The Donaldson's are a rich and twisted family of super patriotic practioners of S&M.
They were watching me being abused as a prelude to entering Morrosco's Funeral Home in Melrose, Massachusetts for their son's wake. Donaldson had been traveling through the streets of Kabul when a mine had exploded under his Humvee.
Trace and his driver were killed instantly according to the letter I got from his commander. The Humvee had burned and several pieces of ordinance had exploded inside the cab.
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.
We'd met at a place in Manhattan called the Hell Fire Club. During college I'd discovered that having a man between my legs slamming his cock in my cunt didn't rock my world.
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