"I want to see your pussy," I told Stacy, also sounding serious. "I don't know," she said, "I have a boyfriend. He's at home. But I don't want to stop...this."I leaned in and kissed her. "Then don't stop," I said. She looked at me for a second, still seemingly unsure but quickly slid her thong over her thighs, maintaining intense eye contact with me all the time. I looked at her tight, shaved pussy. My cock ached. I took Stacy's hand and, stepping back, I sat on my couch, pulling her toward me.. It... it's so big," Kathy stammered, hating herself for not obeying her instinct to rise and flee from the office, from him and the certainty of what was soon to happen. But the potent aphrodisiac he had given her, plus everything else that had happened so far that afternoon to break down her defenses, rendered her incapable of moving or wanting anything at all but what was in store for her if she remained there on the couch. Then, as though he had heard her thoughts, he stepped proudly up to. It was the rescuing company and the Brig thought it was the school teacher. I didn't know anything about it and said so but the Brig was more interested in her mental state; again I expressed my ignorance. The brass were trying to track down the rumours — appears the supernumerary was camping rough and only made an appearance to the patrols and was a very forward scout. The platoon and company officers were all struck dumb when the brass asked questions and were always losing little pieces of. I just stood there like a statue; I was really afraid what may happen then? She moved and kept her ass in between my cock, slowly she started to move her ass towards my cock, and I looked down but in the down its dark nobody knows what was happening, even I am unable to see her butt, but the back part of her face is visible because there is some light in the top of the bus.Later then she came backward completely then rested her ass in-between my cock, still am afraid, this time she turned back.