Reynolds handed them to him and replied, "Yes Sir!"He looked them over, then looked at us and ordered, "Major, Sgt. Reynolds and Sgt. Blaine we need t... have a little discussion about this in my office."He turned and we followed him. I looked at the Sgts. and they looked as confused as I felt. We entered his office, he looked at his aide and ordered, "I don't want to be disturbed." He looked at the Sgts., glared at me and gruffly ordered, "Take a seat."We sat, he read the papers again, glared. It was exciting combining our uniforms with sexual actions. We used to laugh about it; it was great fun.One day Bert told me secretly that he was also giving pleasures to the chief of the guards. I was surprised because this was a sergeant-major, a mid-aged, stocky and mean-looking fellow known as Bill. Everybody at the camp hated him and the idea that he was a boy-lover had never occurred to me, until now. Bert told me that Bill used to fuck him in the same basement. He preferred quickies with. No, I want to know. Okay, Liz gave in, let me ask you to lick me where I pee. At first I was about to say, No way, but then I thought about the many animals I had seen lick each other. I asked, Would you want me to do that? Well, not you but I think I would want it done, Liz whispered so quietly that I could hardly distinguish what she said. Why? I asked. Whispering softly again she said, I think it would feel real good. I thought about licking Liz where she peed. I wondered what it would be. She would always have a good time, no matter what the situation was and always tried to make those around her happy as well. She also has a reputation for being the most...friendly person in the band. "I just wish there was something I could do to make you feel better." She whispers seductively as her hand inches closer to my growing erection. I hear her giggle softly as she starts to trace the outline of my cock in my gym shorts. My mind is racing as I feel her cold hands slide under my.