They went to the Naval Police or Joss-man’s office where a Petty Officer signed and stamped his post-in chit.“You’re not that Barrack Room Betty...I’ve heard about are you?” the PO asked.Mike shook his head and looked away.“What’s that about?” Bob asked.“Just some bullshit story that some arsehole started,” Mike explained.They went to the Regulating Office where Bob explained how the watch and station bill worked.“See we’re day hands; we don’t keep watches like the stokers and dip-dabs. But we. "Don't worry Meg. Ivy is saying that she will help you one day get your own personal male slave. Someone good looking or someone whose guts you hate. Maybe one of Charles's friends. I am sure Ivy can coerce him into giving out his own friends' dirty secrets. When you have their secrets, they become your slaves. You own them," Katherine backing Ivy up.The girls turned away from each other and then looked back at the screen. Right now in the screen, the possessed girl was sat up front on the bed. I felt my stomach starting to clench and before I knew it my cock was spilling out my load without being touched just because of the fucking I was taking. After another 30 mins of these two taking turns on my mouth and ass I was I was told to get on my knees, I was finished and could barely kneel, Alan and Bill stood over me and started to wank over my face, Bill moaned loudly and unloaded a nice load on my face, he shoved his cock back in my mouth and unloaded 2 or 3 more spurts whilst moaning. We should do it together more often. I’ll get some more movies.’ ‘Cool.’ My head was spinning. Do this again? As the elation from my orgasm faded, I was so confused. Was my b*****r gay? Was I, for that matter? I surely did enjoy what we had just done, but…it still felt…I grabbed some paper towels out of the laundry room and made sure everything was cleaned up. Kenny saw the freaked-out look on my face as I wiped up the evidence. He approached me in the laundry room. ‘Timmy, you’re…uh, cool.