One of the DI's begin to understand Bret, and gently helped him place everything in his duffle bag. He was assured that, yes, they all belonged to him...and, no, he wouldn't have to give anything back.The haircut, physical, and shots were also things that Bret had never experienced. At the orphanage he had cut his own hair, with a pair of scissors. Although required by law Bret had never had a physical, seen a doctor, or had a shot. Only kids who got sick received those.Once back at the barracks. With a couple of hand strokes my cock is hard as a flagpole and I kneel behind her, push her cheeks wide and press it to her greasy pucker. I feel her relax and my cock spreads her ring. 'Oooooohhhhhhhhh, yeahhh!' she sighs and pushes back. I sink slowly up her pooper and lean all my weight on her back. There's still a couple of inches to go and I jag my hips forward, making her arch her back as she gets it all the way up her hot gut. 'Christ that fills me up!' she exclaims.I bite her shoulders. ”“No kidding! There are days when I long for working out of the house, with just that small, tight group, where everyone was super-close and involved in everything. That’s Penny’s issue, too. It’s not even like when we were down in Hyde Park, and LA and Pittsburgh were small offices run by people who started with us in Chicago.”“I think you need a break before you get burned out.”“You noticed?”“I take it you’ve thought about it.”“I have,” I replied. “It’s funny, because I get time away, but. I felt the hot wateragainst my skin. She soaked my long brown hair, making me look like adrowned long hair rat. My muscles loosening up more from the hot water. Istarted to feel relaxed. The assistant turn the nozzle on the shower headand a sudsy foam start to shoot out. She aim the showerhead at me andstarted to cover my body from neck to toe with the foam.While she let the foam set on my body, she started to cut my hair. Istarted feeling my long locks falling to the ground LeatherMistress.