"Is this what you want." He's hefting the crotch of his jeans, hisbasket of goodies, as they say. "You don't want a cookie?" I say, playing not coy, b...t for time. "Listen," he says.I listen; nothing follows. His radio breaks the silence, crackling, a voice coming from his belt.He doesn't answer it. I guess it's not for him. Or he's listening to amessage coming from beneath his belt. And this one is for him.He takes my wrist, firmly, having made a decision. He jerks me alongbehind him. Into the. "Here honey, allow me," he said, stepping into the room and took my dick in his right hand and began giving me a handjob. "You have to do it quite fast. How's this?" I swallowed nervously as it felt absolutely wonderful been given a handjob by my Dad. "It's good. Very nice." I gasped as his hand moved faster up and down making my breathing heavy. I was hotting up all over. I knew what was coming. A few seconds later I let out a cry of pleasure and I shooted out sperm all over my Dad's hand.Dad. “Do not object, Tatyana Ivanovna!” Lyudmila giggled. “I should have such a greeting!”I wondered if I’d get shot if I kissed Colonel Anisimova’s daughter that way and decided that if she didn’t shoot me, her husband might! Fathers had a way of protecting their daughters! On the other hand, I could make this girl’s day if her mother permitted it.“With your permission, Comrade Colonel,” I said.I saw a twinkle in Katya Sergeyevna’s eyes and she nodded almost imperceptibly. I quickly stepped in. We could talk about many facets of this but again I don't think youwill truly understand, you simply have no experience to pull from. So hereis my solution."She paused and John didn't even try to speak."I am prepared to do all of the things on the list for as long as you want.Provided that you simply do one of them for a month. After you havecompleted that month I will continue to do all of them for a year afterthat. Should you however not be able to sustain that first item on the listfor the.