I knew I may have to put up with a load of boys who may know me or see me on campus looking me over, but for £100 I felt I could cope. Besides, I hav... no problems with showing off my body. I have always been told that I am sexy looking with a firm 36C-24-34 figure and natural tan (my dad is half Italian). I gave Lucia my mobile phone number and she said she’d call me to confirm details.I got a text message from Lucia with the details and I arrived with good time to prepare myself. I was shown. I went downstairs to get a drink, and I had seen him jacking off . He had a pair of my panties in his other hand and he was smelling them. I quietly turned around and had walked back upstairs. I wondered what it had meant? I mean honestly, I had seen him look at me, but I figured it was normal for men to look at me. I wasn't ugly. I had brown hair and eyes, and a nice mouth. My tits were tiny, but they were high and firm, and I had a tight body. I was 5 foot 4 and 113 pounds. I had dated. It had therefore been decided that I would be dealt with by a General Court Martial, to be convened at HQ BAOR, at Mounchengladbach. The irony that I would be facing a court martial at the same venue where Ffion would have been meeting the NAAFI Regional Director, prior to joining me in a Cologne hotel for 48 hours of untrammelled sex, was not lost on me.Meantime I was placed under open arrest, which meant I couldn't leave the barracks, and I had to be accompanied by another SNCO whenever I. Greg was now back to my ass but instead of massaging it more he went to my front and felt my hard cock poking straight out.“I see your carrying a concealed weapon.” Greg said in a devious and sensual tone.“Tee hee, you got me officer.” I replied in a girly voice.He pushed me so I was bent over a kitchen island he had and spread my legs wide.“It’s time for a cavity search.” He said as he took my dildo baton away from me and pulled my skirt up.He poured some lube onto it and spread it around on.