Perverse? Not what the boys were doing. George was enlightened enough to think it normal, for some people. But perverse for him, certainly, a straight...man, practically married. Little drops of pre-cum were beginning to form at the tip of his cock. He could see the boy on his knees bend forward now to take his friend’s member in his mouth. If only he could change angle, because now he could not see the erection but only the chestnut head bobbing up and down. But the look on the blond’s face was. I could even see the contours of some corsets through the thin nylon fabric and I knew for sure they were all wearing stockings instead of pantyhose.The next day I found it very hard to concentrate on my work and went to the salon at 16.45."Oh you are early Monsieur, I am afraid you will have to wait a little." Oh, I don't mind," I said, and I really meant what I said that moment.I was placed in a chair near a table with some magazines on it. I was glad to have a chance to look around the salon. "We have arty on the way, guys," he told his sergeants. "As soon as they hit I'll get an air strike rolling."None of them acknowledged him. They had been trained not to. About twenty seconds later four 150 millimeter artillery shells came screaming in from the east, their approach marked by distinct, fast-moving white blurs in the infrared spectrum and the low-pitched whistling produced by their passage through the air. They exploded thirty meters above the tree line where the rebels were. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Lord Kargo, I know your grandfather well. He and I are great friends, and I’m sorry to hear that he has been ill.“My Lord, you appear to have done extraordinarily well. You have managed to acquire a small army and fleet and have found some extraordinary people. I have also heard some interesting rumors from our spies in the priests Guild about their belief that you are a demigod and that you have your own God that is a planet.“I was very sorry to hear that you.