My father was a soldier in the Liberation Army, but he switched sides and died a traitor’s death. My mother and I faced constant humiliation. After ...other died I fell apart and only Commander Beckett trusted me. He saved me from myself.’ ‘Mr. Lambert—’ ‘Anyway, I didn’t mean to bore you with that,’ he interrupts. ‘Please call me Ash. Okay Eleni?’ ‘Sure, Ash and you can call me Eleni.’ She leans in and kisses him lightly at first with her lips brushing his and then more forcibly when he doesn’t. On that ride we sat next to a large, smelly woman who put the “kibosh” on any action for me that trip. It was just miserable…In partnership with her Internal Voice (known to me as IV), we bother her enough to trigger some erotic fantasies. IV already has her exchanging flirtatious words with the man sitting next to us. He is handsome and is not wearing a wedding ring.That’s when we get the green light. I’m finally able to release a pulse from where I lay dormant between her legs. An exciting. My mate who has always been a real ladies man had managed to cop off with a young lady and he left way before the party had started to die down. It gave me some time alone with Bernie and after a few drinks we agreed that it was time to leave. We walked around town for a bit trying to find a taxi with not much luck. It was getting cold and I said we should walk to one of the taxi ranks as we'd have a much better chance. Bernie cuddled into me as we walked to the rank, we didn't say much and. He pulled my cheeks apart and spat some saliva onto my asshole. It felt warm and then I could feel his knob up against me so hard as it started to push its way in. He rammed it right up me and made me squeal out loud. That’s just when someone decided to walk in on us. I panicked but the cock still pumped in and out without slowing. The stranger stopped and stared for what seemed an age before checking there was no one behind him and walking in for a closer look. I stared at him as he started.