My Captain is a stunning former model from Las Vegas that is usually amused by the numbers of young pretty recruits willing to rim her rear portal wit... their busy little tongues. I did it once when she was just finished bathing in diluted milk mixture that was supposed to keep the skin young and fresh. I had heard that enemy raiders had their own mixture of our captured female complete blood supply as a bath with similar benefits. Of course, they had to off two or three recruits to have enough. I thought to myself that there was no way that she didn't notice that I was filming her. One time in particular, she looked down at the phone, looked back up at me, then proceeded to flip her hair and expose her neck. This is when I began to become extremely aroused. Our conversation ended with me reminding her to "not be a stranger", but neither of us was in any hurry to leave the aisle. It was really weird. Both of us went back to looking at the shelves of the aisle as if we couldn't. ” Laura smiled, looked at him and slowly rose from the sofa. She hurried with her jacket and skirt; the suit she was wearing was far too expensive to have destroyed. Buttons on a blouse could be made to take forever. She kicked her shoes off and was about to reach for her bra snaps when Greg stood. “Times up; I’ll take care of the rest.” The bra Laura had on was a pretty one, lacy, a delight to see her wearing, it had been expensive. Greg grabbed the straps just above each cup and pulled until. Cindy have placed towels on a table and we cleaned ourselves up the best we could. Knickers back on, we took our lovers back to their pens. We walked up and thanked Cindy. Toni had already paid for both of us. “My turn next time” I told her. “I hope the boys were to your liking?” Cindy asked. “Better than ok” I said “and I now know why he is called Butcher. He delivered his meat very well”. I suggested that Toni come in for coffee or something when she drove me home. “Something sounds perfect”.