I still had a lot to learn. Not only about being a police officer, but about how to please a woman like Helga. I guess I should have mentioned at the ...eginning of this story that I grew up in a small town. I was anything but sophisticated. "You need to use your tongue, Sugar," Helga replied in her sexy Nordic accent. "and make me cum at least one time before we can begin our lovemaking," I gazed at Helga’s neatly trimmed blond pubic hair that looked and felt like golden silk and hesitantly. Squeezing me, crushing herself into me, capturing me with her groin and her sex."Mmmmmffff," was an involuntary guttural sound that emanated from my throat. I'd lost all thought. Incapable of anything else but to feel, enjoy, love, the intimate pressure she was driving into me.How Sally, nearing 13, could know how to please me the way she was didn't even pass through my mind until much later. All I could do was just lie there, under her,Sally could feel my body tensing and I started to arch my. She tried to hold it over her chest for an instant, but then thought better of it and let it fall to the floor. I couldn't help but smile, I'm sure it made her all the more nervous, but I didn't care, I just knew I needed my cock in her mouth before I shot my load on the floor. Monique's hands trembled so bad I didn't think she'd be able to get her panties to the floor, but she inched it down her thighs. When I saw her smooth, shaved mound I was in heaven. She jerked away as I got to my feet. This is what he said;When the first of us arrived it was a bare base, nothing but the necessary. As the months went by it still had nothing, then an ex-pat showed up, did a deal. Our little corner of hell was the secure area on a secure base, suddenly we had something, two shipping containers, one was a store and had chillers, a single worker, it was part food kiosk part shop. The ex-pat showed up once a week with supplied, the worker stayed, wasn’t allowed out, that was the deal.Finally we had.