I opened it and it was Trevor. He had locked himself out of his room and asked if he could borrow my tracksuit to put on to go over to the guardroom ...o get the spare key. I said sure, we all had the same service issue tracksuits but mine was just a little bit small in the pants for him but it was okay. So he dropped his towel and put my tracksuit on naked underneath. Again I went about getting dressed but I was almost beside myself horny with first seeing his eyes on my cock in the shower. .. what is going on here?"I looked up, shocked. The entire room was lit with soft lights and candlelight. The floors were covered, wall to wall, with mattresses and blankets and comforters. Around the perimeter of the room were some old, soft, overstuffed sofas and dozens upon dozens of soft, fluffy throw pillowsBut it wasn't the furniture that immediately caught my attention. No, what caught my attention were the girls. Eight girls, sitting on sofas, reclining against pillows, lying on the. She had been very demanding and it caused a lot of strife between us, as mother was a very strong demanding woman. We often clashed when I refused to conform to her way of thinking. She was the boss of our house, daddy was a wimp who had to cow tow to her demands or else be subjected to her wrath and discipline. My savior was my aunt, if you can call it that. She had been my baby sitter for as long as I can remember, and meant more to me than my mother. Aunt Liz loved me and would take the time. He held my cock there for a moment, letting his tonguerun around the shaft. Then he pulled back until just the head was in hismouth. His tongue ran around it, making me moan.I wasn't going to last very long at this rate. I gripped the top of thestall and closed my eyes. The man continued to suck on me, giving me one ofthe best blow jobs I'd ever had. Guys always seemed to be better at suckingcock than girls did.The man servicing me seemed to be enjoying his work. I heard muffled moansthrough.