’ ‘You cheeky prick. I wasn’t complimenting you. I don’t compliment reporters, in fact I don’t give reporters the time of day. Now piss off....�� ‘I want a photographer.’ ‘Well you’re not getting one, savvy?’ ‘In that case I’ll have to report your refusal to Mr Spencer. I understand Mr Spencer was your sergeant during the Korean War?’ Nick gave Harry a murderous look and yelled, ‘Jack out here with a camera and go with Boone on roving assignment.’ The cadet photographer Jack Reynolds walked off. "Doggy want a bone?" I grin and force myself between your lips. One hand rests on the back of your head to stop you coming up for air as your tongue works it's way up and down and wraps round my shaft, teasing my foreskin aside and sending tingles through my body. My other hand pulls at the chain and tightens the collar around your neck. I pull my cock out of your mouth, a thin line of precum linking the end of my helmet to your lips, and I tell you to bark for me. You bark, you growl, you. I began to fuck my little sister fast and hard. She was breathing hard and whimpering as I slid in and out over and over again. Soon after she began shake all over. Her pussy gripped my cock so tight I thought I was going to cum. She fell foward onto the counter as she shook violently. Her head thrown back, and her eyes clinched shut, moaned like an animal. She began to cum hard as I fucked her. Every time I pulled out, her cum would squirt from around my cock. I didn't stop or slow down. I. I started spending more time apart, at my desk and developing networks, and it wasn’t long before we drifted apart. Post heartbreak, work was my rehab, and I didn’t shy away from an odd one-night stand. What a glorious time to be a practicing feminist! Yet, something was missing. I ached for more, from my life, my work. The adventure began with relocating to London, to study and make new friends, to learn and make mistakes...but to explore sexuality was nowhere in the plot. I was introduced to.