The General don' trust nobody, so he has everybody watched, and I do mean everybody. If'n Mr. Camera Guy had been able to warn us the General was comi...', we might o' been able ta keep ol' Cheryl, God rest her soul, out of trouble. Usually he does, but he can't be there all the time. If'n I understand it right there's only the one of y'all, is that right Mr. Camera Guy?"I nodded the camera again. The General had a hard time trying to balance his need to know what is going on in every part of the. He paused to hold his cock in his hand and wonder if it was really as big and thick as she'd said.Across the hall in her room, Rebecca lay on her stomach, her hand burrowed between her pussy lips as she replayed her session in the laundry room. Her hand made wet, squishing sounds as her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. She bit down on one of her rag dolls to keep from crying out as she came, the vision of Tyrone's cock drilling Millie's tasty quim filling her mind.In the kitchen,. Mistress Junetensed up and drenched my face as she came. I kept lapping away, cleaning mistress’ pussy until Iwas commanded to stop. Mistress June got up, patted meon the head and complemented me by saying, “That’s avery good doggie.”I glanced up briefly to see my mistress, she caught myeye and looked at me sternly, I knew better than to lookup at her, but before I lowered my head again I couldsee a small smile creep across her face. It made me feelgood knowing that my. I watched her scurry toward the other end of the bar, where the Marine was still issuing instructions. A minute later, I heard Marjorie screeching and I knew she was already being porked by a potential sponsor. Screaming did not mean she was in distress; she just liked to scream while being fucked.I looked toward the bar and saw a short stocky man sitting at the end watching the action. Was this Lenny? He looked more like Danny DeVito's stunt double rather than a romantic stud. I grabbed my.