.. and she ought to be coming in any moment," she was saying, when I tuned back in. I do that a lot. Tune out. It can't be helped. Back in reality, sh... was talking about her daughter, and had turned her body to face the door in certain expectance. Just like that, the door knob turned and the door opened a smidgen. A face poked through. The eyes seemed to look about skeptically, in search of something it seemed to have already predetermined not to find inside."Is this it?" The girl pushed. It was just like my dream. Iwas locked in a room where cocks would frequently pop through the holesin the wall.All this time, my neck was collared and locked to a chain that hung fromthe ceiling and my hands were locked behind my back, but every time I sawa cock I lunged at it, even if the chain started chocking me. Being ableto breathe wasn't nearly as important as servicing that hard cock.I stayed like this for days. I have no idea how many cocks I served. Iwould occasionally be dragged out. There was knock on my office door."Enter."It was my aide. "Sir, the President is on line three." Thank you, Major." I finished my notes on the results of the last battle scenario they had run. The numbers were still not what I was hoping for. I clipped my notes onto the folder and handed them to him. "Tell Col. Frunt these were pretty good, but I recommend he read Churchill. Specifically the part about kissing wives and disappearing. Insurgency tactics can at times be more dangerous than. It was his first experience he told me later. I turned his face towards me and let my tongue trace his lips before I kissed him. He was hesitant at first to allow my tongue access. But once he did I had a difficult time breaking our kiss, His nipples were next in line to receive my attention. My tongue swiped over then, then around them, and finally I let my lips have fun with them. He squirmed and moaned and suddenly he jerked, his hands flew to his crotch.'Oh my god,' he whispered, barely.