"Ben Robson? Who's that? Are yousupposed to be on my register? Which class did you come from?" MrsMatherson once blurted out during a morning Maths cl...ss register. Itwould have been slightly funny if it was the first week of term. It wasFebruary. And I had attended that class 5 days a week for a full term anda half.I guess I didn't help the situation. I just kept to myself and stayedquiet. I lingered in the corners. Crept silently through the corridors.Head always down, hair always covering my. I leaned forward just a little to peek through the gloryhole, a rock hard cock was sticking straight up from between his legs. His foreskin half retracted and dripping clear slimy precum. I moved closer to the hole so he could see my mouth. He them stood up, moved up to the glory hole and slowly moved his cock through the hole. I positioned by face at the glorhole to receive the massive thick uncut cock. The smell of dry cum on the hole and the wall was a lovely boost for my lust. It drives. Dr. Peterson asked if there were any questions. I didn't have the heart to say that her sexual appetites were getting out of hand. If I had a chance, I'd get Dr. Peterson a lone for a second and would ask her about this little problem we are having at night.Before we left, for our personal survival, we made sure that we had the pictures of the sonogram to take back with us to the gym again.We made good time driving back to the gym. It was almost time for lunch. Moments after arriving, Cindy and. Everyone trained and everyone fought. Support staff in the company operated in their field only in the garrison. In combat it was the responsibility of the general staff to provide logistical support when we were notified of a need by a company. We ended up with a small logistical unit attached to the general staff who handled these requests and made sure they were fulfilled. Instead of the old Army ratio of seven support troops to every line soldier we had closer to two per line soldier.Our.