‘Do you have everything you need?’ ‘Oh, yeah,’ he says. ‘Thanks again for everything.’ ‘Sure,’ I shrug. ‘What are friends for?’ I ...urn and am just about to leave the room when he says, ‘Haley?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘Come here for a sec.’ I go over and perch beside him on the edge of the bed, our knees just barely touching. ‘How are you?’ he asks. ‘Good,’ I say again. I thought we already covered this. ‘How are you really?’ Something must show in my face because he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair. I began to move my hips enough to fuck up into Karen's clutching cunt matching my upward thrusts with her downward ones, and then I pulled my wet fingers out of Cindy's pussy and moved my index finger to her anal entrance.Suddenly voice, Evan's voice, said, "Here, leave her arse to me."Then Evan was kneeling beside me with a tube of gel and a couple of greased up fingers, so I pushed my fingers back into her pussy and concentrated on fingering her and working on that spot that all women enjoyed. He took considerable pleasure in his first unveiling of one of the several hundred female bottoms that surrounded him daily, and he caned it severely. The results, he later heard without surprise, were enthusiastically examined by many very curious fellow students and it was realized by all that the new regime was committed to serious chastisement. Dr Stanton proceeded cautiously, however, appearing to accept his responsibility as it was thrust upon him, but declaring forcefully that a more. My first decision of the day was how to dress for today's solemn task.Was it to be a business suit or the dress blues? Albert Koons had served 15 years in the army - a soldier's soldier. There were no blemishes on his military record. Upon his discharge, he continued serving his country by working at our countries Embassies overseas. The dress blues it was; Marcy could represent the company. I would stand with the rest of the JBG honor guard. He was military and we would honor him that.