Who did they think they were asking? Of course, I liked being Spit Roasted!Right there, in the elevator, they had a scissors/paper/rock to decide who ...ot first go on my arse. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.Imagine if you were in an elevator with three guys, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging crotches, listening to them decide who got to fuck my arse first.We didn’t make it all the way into my unit when our speedos were being removed. I personally prefer to keep. "My men were on surveillance duty last night," the General continued tightly. He was almost trembling in his effort to control his own anger. "They were assigned to watch you Mr. Bronson. They were parked in front of the Major's home this morning and there was an incident. One of my men died and I want to know why," the General said in even colder tones. He was trembling now at the internal struggle to control his anger."Do you mean the gay guys in the van this morning?" Jim asked with feigned. " Why aren't you having sex with her? She isn't a virgin. Dale has been screwing her for over a year now and he's been gone for almost three months so she has got to be wanting it." What is it with you and sex Hill? For someone who got so bent out of shape over getting laid you sure talk a lot about it." Call me and I'll tell you all about it."She wandered away leaving me wondering what was with her.On the ride home Grace said, "What is up with you and Hillary?" Nothing. Why?" You didn't notice. She said that her hubby went on tour to Singapore for one month. His flight was at 3:00 am. I invited her to had coffee with me. She replied that she was going to bed after that she would definitely come to have coffee with me.After 3 hours the doorbell rang. She was as usual in shorts and white off-shoulder top. I welcomed her with a smile and guided her to the living room. She sat folding her legs on the couch in relaxing mode.She was looking free and relaxed. I switched on the TV to some.