I typed out the message "Hi, I just got your reply to my personal ad" I sat staring at that message for what felt like a lifetime, I was so nervous, n...body knew I was into guys and here I was about to text a stranger from my area who wanted to meet me! My hands were shaking again but I think the throbbing in my cock eventually won and I hit send. I almost came in my pants when I hit the button and I knew there was no turning back. I lay there waiting for a reply, my mind was now wandering,. A minute or two later, when she again grabbed my hair and pulled me tightly to her – and then clamped her thighs tightly over my ears – I knew it was working, and that she was about to explode. And she did! Boy howdy, did she ever, her ass rising up off the side of the tub as she thrust herself against my face, her hips now jack hammering her sex against my lips with fast, staccato movements, jerky and uncoordinated as her body was seized by a massive orgasm. She was wet – so wet – her body. If I don’t like my driver, I can always ask my First Sergeant to send me a new driver.I have always had male drivers assigned to me. Then, one weekend a while back, I got a new driver and her name was Specialist Kenza, or at least that was the name on her name tag.“What’s your first name?” I asked as we pulled out of the Armory on our way to a training post about two hours from the Armory. The company had already left the night before and I couldn’t get away from work early enough to ride the. Rebecca tore the covers off and Zack's lungs inhaled fresh, cool oxygen for the first time in hours. The invigorating air hardly offset his thorough bondage and gross predicament, though. Nor would the sense of relief last for long.*SMACK*Now able to wind her hand back and clearly see her target, Rebecca delivered a much stronger, more painful swat to Zack's face.“Wakey wakey! Eggs and bakey!”Rebecca slid off the bed with mischief glowing in her hazel eyes. Her long, blonde hair was a mess and.