“Unfortunately, I need you to report back to Captain Griffin so we can catch him admitting his part,” the General explained.“It won’t work. He...has state of the art sensors everywhere that detect any kind of recording device or transmitter,” the Corporal stated.“Not every kind,” Don replied calmly, digging a money clip out of his pocket. The clip was full, but probably only held enough to buy dinner for eight at a nice restaurant.The General flew back to the army base and we followed on our. His smile got broader as he walked over. "Need help with that?" he asked me, just as casually as he was dressed.I think my face turned a little red, but it wasn't really noticeable in the darkened room. "Actually, I was looking to help you out!" The ball was in his court now.His answer was to unzip his pants, letting them fall slightly, and pull out his semi-erect cock. I looked at his smooth cock. I guess I had never paid all that much attention before in locker rooms, or to myself for that. "If its because of last time I apologise, but lets sit down and talk about it"Finally she let him in. They went to the kitchen area, where it was hard for me to hear what they were saying. It sounded like mumbling, I guess on the count of not wanting to wake me up. I heard a pop from the winebottle, a little later som laughter. I was getting tired of standing in the same position, on the count of not wanting to make any noise. All of the sudden it went completely silent. I wondered if the man. A few times, I even dared to wear a black slip dress (not white—that’s too risky) to a shoe store. I’m sure the shoe salesmen who fought to serve me had an eyeful and enjoyed themselves In the backroom!” “Lately, as my obsession with stockings has escalated, I’m looking for more exciting situations. Riding the subways and trains in Japan is the perfect opportunity for me to show off my legs and stockings. Instead of riding the “Ladies Only” cars on Tokyo trains—provided to enable working women.