You groan at my actions and your eyes seem to flare in the candle light, you tell me to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi and spread my legs. Knowing I c...uld no longer keep teasing youand knowing I was all yours, I did as you told me to. Feet in the still hot water, legs spread wide, fingers back on my clit I start to rub vigorously as you move toward me. You grab my hand and suck my fingers into yourmouth and clean my juices off at the same time your rubbing your cock against my pussy. Getting it. I needed dick and I needed it bad. I wanted to be the object of a man and I felt no shame in me feeling like that. I lubed up my asshole and prepared for penetration by stretching my ass with my nine inch Doc Johnson dildo. It felt so good having something phallic slide in and out of that lustful spot. In and out, in and out, until it became an effortless glide. I was ready and hoped the boys were ready too.I opened my room door and assumed the position; placing my elbows down over the plush. Additionally, the boy seemedto want to constantly scratch his butt but seemed incapable of doing so.It was only by his short hair that Janice and I had recognised him for aboy and a very tearful boy at that. He stared at us and almost froze withfear as he realised our surprised stares meant we had 'read' him for aboy. He made a try and retreat back into the room but he was followed bythree ladies who evidently had him under their firm control."That way now!" ordered the lead lady as she. They no longer fit very well. Cavanaugh’s piping and shoulder boards were Quartermaster Corps buff, and he wore miniatures instead of ribbons. There wasn’t a combat or active theater award among them. Silver oak leafs; he had retired a lieutenant colonel, a wonder considering his lack of serious decorations.Accompanying Cavanaugh was a slick-looking man dressed in a black leather suit and with his hair gathered into a man-bun. I thought leather suits were only kinky stuff, but I later Googled.