I moved my fingers over and around my pussy lips, a deep tingling sensation had started and I longed to drive something into me. My hairbrush was on t...e nightstand, could I reach it without my brother noticing. He would surely feel it when I spread my legs, there wasn't enough room between us. He was facing away from me though, if I was careful not to touch him then maybe.Looking at him, debating whether to go for it or not, I can see he's shaking a little. It's not cold in here it's the middle. After getting a room I assumed my usual position of ass up, face down with the door wide open. It wasn't long before a 40's Latino top wandered in. He had a beautiful, uncut, plump 7" cock, so I immediately began sucking on his dick & it wasn't long before it was rock hard. He must have been really horny, because he forced me down onto the bed, got on top of me, & started forcefully jamming his cock down my throat & had me gasping for air. Now, I don't mind sucking dick, but I was really there. “Can’t we do this after hours, Miss Dalton? The others will surely hear it. This is so embarrassing.” “Daphne, we are all family here, there are no secrets. I know you learned from your mom that this is for your own good and the sooner it follows the misdeeds, the better it is for you. Once this is over, we never have to speak of it again, so let’s clear the air and move on. I believe you would rather have me deal with your naughty bottom than Mr. Thompson.” With that, Daphne walked slowly out. ”I smiled and agreed. A shoulder wound was one of the worst to come back from. The shoulder was just a mess of bones, ligaments, blood vessels, and nerve bundles, like every joint. The odds were that even if Hmong recovered, he would have a significant long-term disability. It might not matter in a civilian life, but in the Army, it would be a killer.“First things first. Have you done the Warrior Leader Course?” he asked.I gave my new platoon sergeant a curious look. I knew about the WLC. It.