I heard and felt his pelvis and fuzzy ball sack smacking against my pelvis and butt, but my mind was racing through all of the men I had fucked since ... had started my new profession. It had just been over six months and although I never kept count, for fear of thinking myself too much of a whore, I knew that I had probably had some sort of sexual relations with well over 200 different men. All of the cocks were racing through my mind and many of the situations in which I had come into contact. We can't tell you more now until you agreeto be part of it but it is important." The blonde leaned closer.Amber sat back in the chair with her arms folded in front of her andstudied both officers for a minute. She didn't have to think long, "No.No thanks, Ma'am. I'm really not interested. It was nice meeting both ofyou." She began to rise from her chair."Sit down, Sergeant," the CID agent commanded and Amber obeyed inPavlovian response. "Listen to me. You have not been discharged yet. Youare on. No Christmas dinner, no other gifts. A single orange was the whole kit and caboodle. When she was about twelve she went to a sleepover. Some guys came over and one of them wanted to have sex with her. When she refused, he got angry and grabbed a shotgun and tried to kill her. One of her friends tried to knock the shotgun away. Instead of the blast hitting her chest it hit her knee. It permanently disfigured her leg and gave her a pronounced limp. This was during the era of legs. A women’s. At the moment, the problem looked far from being solved. They had gone to dinner, then a movie, and despite all her efforts to make her desires known to him, he hadn't invited her back to his apartment. He did, after much cajoling on her part, agree to come up to hers for a cup of coffee.So far, coffee was all he had shown any interest in - that and polite conversation, ranging from student-faculty relationships to politics. Interesting conversation, she admitted, but she didn't want talk now..