I’m back for all of you who have supported me for writing the stories and praising it to the core. The stories which I post here are not real. They ...re made by me for your enjoyment. “You are such a pig,” Kyla exclaimed as she shook her head at me. My sister’s cute little brunette friend was miffed at me for trying to hook the front of her halter-top in order to check out her lovely, perky breasts.“Aww, come on, don’t be such a tease and let me see them,” I said as I took my left hand and. Just not my thing.My duties that day were to cover for a PA who was on her honeymoon and I was having to PA for her boss who was a Partner in the firm and something of a big cheese. He was young-ish as they go, about 40, quite tall and broad, ex-army I think (the posh type, rather than the squaddie type). He was married with two c***dren.Anyway… it was a Friday afternoon and I had to minute a conference call that he was on with other partners (lawyers) in the European offices. I think it was. Sie trug schwarze Stöckel-Schuhe dazu eine Netzstrumpfhose, die in einen schwarzen Rock mündete. Getoppt wurde dies mit einer rotschwarzen Korsage, die ihre eh schon Großen Brüste noch mehr hervorhob. Bei dem Anblick der drei Frauen gingen mir schon zu Anfang viele Fantasien durch den Kopf. Ich wollte das erste mal eine dieser Frauen ficken, meinen Schwanz reinstecken und in sie spritzen. Welche war mir egal, Hauptsache sie stöhnt recht laut und jammert. Vielleicht Giesela, da war der. As a corporal, I was his superior but we started to make out in secrecy in the basement under the guard house by the gates. We gave each other pleasure in all the ways. It was exciting combining BDU uniforms with sexual man actions. We used to laugh about it, it was great fun.One day Bert told me secretly, he was also giving pleasures to the chief of the guards, a mid aged, stocky, mean looking sergeant major known as Bill. Everybody at the camp hated him and the idea that he was a buggerer.