“Okay, I’ll do it. But you and Gary and the whole fucking company owes me big time! You understand?”He smiled, almost relieved. “Thank you b...by, it means a lot to me.”“I know it does” I snapped back.A limo was sent to pick me up and I wore a trenchcoat as I entered the limo. It was driven by his assistant who said nothing. I was taken to the hotel and escorted by him as well. He knocked on the door of Mr. Sugimoto’s suite and I tried to relax. I’ve done this so many times that I thought. "That night after she helped with the dinner clean-up and her tongue wastangled around mine and it would have taken dynamite to separate ourkiss. I could feel the heat from her pussy as she ground it all over myerection."Bloody hell Carol, slow down it's been a while, this will be all overbefore we get out of the kitchen.Her hand snuck down between us and she gave it a squeeze, "Hmmm youmight be right, this thing is hard enough to hang the tea towels on."We struggled our way out to the living. All this activity would send her to bed each night exhausted and she did not even play with herself for that first four weeks. Then a telegram came and at first Bess was reluctant to open it but I suppose curiosity got the better of her and she finally took the bull by the horns and tore open the envelope. Fearing it may tell her of her husband’s death or him being missing in action, it in fact was from her husband telling her that he was going to be away an extra month because his tour was. We had a real mix.Nobody introduced me as anything special, which was just fine with me. The first few days involved getting everybody into the swing of things, pushing teamwork and conditioning. We had them running and doing calisthenics, marching and saluting. That proved amusing when Todd Whitlock was leading the class in marching and saluting and somebody in the rear ranks loudly muttered, “What the fuck do we need to salute for?”Todd immediately ordered the class to stop and come to.