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Donaldson and his wife, Lois, my aforementioned brother-in-law and his wife and Mary Ellen, my dead husband's younger sister now in her fourth year at West Point.

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.

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A friend who was into what I later learned was termed the lifestyle' put me on to this run down club in So Ho.

The place was a dilapidated dump but once a month, a crowd gathered who could usually satisfy my needs. Andrews cross when Trace and two of his army buddies arrived. I was leaving for training at Fort Campbell next week.

Major General Charles Donaldson, my father-in-law's grandfather, had ridden across France with Patten only to meet a bad end years later at the Chosan Reservoir in a shithole called Korea. The current batch of living and recently dead Donaldson's was as tough a bunch as this country could produce.

Equally devoted to the study of military tactics and the works of Marquis De Sade, they were a twisted lot.

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.

I had gone to the club hoping that some one with a talented whip hand would give me the discipline I craved.

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