I’ve always been sexually active…mostly with myself, since about 19. I remember discovering my first Playboys earlier but a college friend loaned...me some Penthouse and Gallery magazines. It was here that I found my true sexual calling. I remember I was going to be home for a few hours alone. I was going to do laundry so I took my twin sheet off the bed and laid it out in the family room and got naked. I slowly stroked as I read through the first Penthouse (didn’t get to the stories yet…). “Major, the Battalion, the Regiment even, does not have the social network that the regular forces back on Earth used to have so there is no way we can look after the ‘possessions’,” he emphasised, “of our troopers. The pods they’re in at the moment, their homes, respond to the commands of the sponsor, not the concubines. With the sponsor dead those pods will shut down over a forty-eight-hour period until they are re-allocated to another sponsor. Nothing can be done about that.”The Colonel. While I was getting on with my job I noticed a office light on so I made my way over to turn it off.The closer I got the more I could hear groaning coming from inside.It was the bosses office who was meant to have went home.I reached for the door handle the groaning had got louder so I knocked on the door,no answer so I opened the door and had a look.There was an brunette angel sitting behind her desk with her tight blouse unbuttoned showing her stunning cleavage I could see the edge of her bra. Before I turned to leave, Ellen began telling me she wanted something a little different today. I never let on that I had over heard her and Ellen in the office. I had an idea of what she was going to say, but asked for her to tell me what she wanted that was different. She began to tell me, Pete, Ive been meaning to talk to you about the way you touch me. The last couple of massages got me more than a little aroused. I interrupted her and apologized. I told her, I didnt realize I was doing.