Im glad he wasn't saying anything as my throat was constricted with tension and longing for what this man (the sergeant) was capable of and what his b...dy could naturally give me.He turned his head towards me to speak and there is no way known that he couldn't tell i was longing for him. I just sat there looking at him with my nipples hard as rocks through my uniform shirt my sexual attraction to him was plain to see. My coffee left untouched on the table, wishing he would do something, I. . but its waht i dream about hehehepr0n_Glutton: could always use a good ass licking and cock sucking before bedsissysammi: mmm... im your gurl... i love to be your dirty slut on my knees .. well or wherever you want me pr0n_Glutton: you'd get accustomed to the taste of my cum and the smell of my crotch whenver i get homesissysammi: omg i love knowing you will make me unzip your pants and bury my slutty mouth on your cock and balls after a hard day of work... use my mouth rough so you relax. Sergeant Forgash stopped outside the entrance to Prince Arragin's tent this time, standing aside to let them enter."Ah, the good trader. Nurm, as you call yourself." Enough light filtered in through the tent walls to show everything clearly. Prince Arragin sat at ease in a folding chair, his bare feet propped on a hassock. At one elbow, a low table held a pottery jug and two goblets. At his other elbow, standing hardly taller than the seated prince, stood a small black statue of extreme and. "No, no I must insist," she said overriding my objections. "You're in no condition right now." I followed her meekly to the drawing room, and she helped me lie back on the couch. "I'll just leave the lights off, now, and you can come find me when you're feeling better."I thanked her weakly, and let my eyes close. The room was pleasantly cool, and I heard her footsteps clicking faintly away...I opened my eyes once, thinking I was hearing voices, but the room was blurry and it felt so much better.