‘My jeans have fallen to the floor… stepping out of them… now placing my thumbs under the waist band of my briefs…. Lowering them slowly… ta... line visible… a little pubic hair peeking over the top…’Aaifia’s whispered translation filled my headset, and although I couldn’t understand a word of it, it felt as if she were whispering sweet encouragements in my ear.‘Briefs sliding down legs… cock now bouncing free… the fresh air feels good… God.. I’m so hard knowing that you and Igzi can hear me… my. " London?" he took the proffered document. He read it twice because he did not believe what he read at the first time. "I'm being drafted?" Yes you are. You are a British citizen and the war in France is not going as well as we expected. The Germans hold the most advantageous territory in many places making it impossible to break through. We are calling up all of our important men. Even some royals are asked to volunteer as an example. You have been given the rank of major and sent to France. Across the room I could see Rod with his hand up Fiona’s dress. Strangely, I felt a pang of jealousy, watching her moan as his fingers went to work.I concentrated on the task in hand and, thirty seconds later, Mike groaned, and came in my mouth. Like a good little wife-swapping slut, I kept my lips clamped round his member, and swallowed every drop of his cum. I hadn’t sucked Rod’s cock in years, and even then, I never swallowed his cum. But tonight was about spicing things up! Tonight, I was. She was kissing him, too weak to move just kissing the same spot over and over. Peter had one hand over her back and the other was slowing petting her ass. If her grin had got any wider she would have split her lip.Slowly normalcy started returning to her nervous system. "I must be getting heavy, I should move, did I do good, were you happy?" ... you don't ask questions like that...Yes baby, you made me happy, when you make me unhappy daddy will spank, don't worry, you'll learn. Now get down.