Per the house rules—nobody was allowed to bring tricks, or even friends to the house. The house was a safe haven for the boys, and a secret location...that no one knew about. If a trick were to ask one of the soldiers where they lived, they were to just answer “that's classified” lol. That was pretty much the answer to anything that the boys didn't want to answer. Pretty much the only outsiders allowed in were the boys dad—yup dad was allowed if checking on his sons welfare, or maybe to negotiate. Vicky rocked her slim hips, felt the seepy butter smear out to mingle in the blond down that covered her pubes. With a jerk, Carl pushed his hips up and under. Mona's ass rose slightly from the edge of the billiard table and a look of pleasure spilled over her features. She was breathing raggedly, her fingers hooked tightly over each mahogany siderail. Carl closed his eyes and growled as he jabbed upwards. Vicky sucked a quick breath as she watched her father's thick shaft half disappear. She. He could see it in her cat-like eyes as she lustily urged him on. Cantering in a brink of pure undulated pleasure himself, he obliged her willingly.He laved at her breasts, letting her loud moans throw him in a frenzy. He had to have her. He couldn't wait any longer. Teasingly, he grazed his finger across the apex of her womanhood. Like a feline, sampling it's best dish, she cried out with utter need catapulting his manhood to absolute attention. As he dipped his middle finger into her. "As in the duck?" I asked."That could easily be your interpretation, or maybe as in Sir Francis Drake." he replied."Why, Sir Francis Drake?" I asked."Because your code name has been chosen, since you are going operational now," Drake informed me."I do hope it isn't lady anything. That always reminds me of a dog's name. I know I can be a bitch sometimes, but I don't like to be reminded." I admitted."Your code name is Duchess," he replied without smiling."Duchess interesting choice," I.