I decided I didn’t need to get home just yet. “Come into the office and let’s talk a bit.” I turned and led the way. I sat on the couch and mo...ioned her to join me. She sat demurely at my side with her legs held closed and her hands resting on her lap. She had set herself at the edge of the couch with her back held perfectly straight. There was something about the overall image that just screamed, “I’m submissive”. I liked it. “How old are you?” “I’m 20 years old sir.” “And, how long have you. Just keep rolling the tongue on my dicks which was half way in her mouth and get adjusted to my smell.It was almost 3:30 AM in the car watch when I closed the internal light and started to drive my i10 car with a married slut Nidhi leaning in my lap sucking my dick. I felt delighted, all over the world. My fantasy of having a slut was almost fulfilling after a good and long wait. My mind crossed a thought that it’s almost 1 and half year I fucked a pussy. Pooja was my last fuck and I used to. He left fingerprints and DNA all over the place. Our perp is too careful about that shit. Maybe you need to take a step back, bro. You’re too close to this one. You ain’t thinking right.”“It’s not the case,” I told him, acknowledging that I had not been on my A game. “It’s personal.”“Personal? Dude, I been your partner for over ten fucking years. What’s going on?”“I can’t get into it, now. I need to get back in there.”“Fuck that shit, bro. Tell me what the fuck is going on.” I knew Martinez too. "Good. It had slipped my mind in all the ... excitement, but I have a gift for you. It's good that you already have training."He frowned. "What?" Come on, Kyle, we need to go!" Fatima shouted. "We'll be late for school." You do not have school tomorrow, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Good. We'll start your training."Confused, Kyle grabbed his backpack and left the room. Fatima wasn't in JROTC, so she only wore a jean skirt, a pair of red tights hugging her thighs, and a flowery top beneath her.