."If you want my cock, you slut, you have to beg me for it." This must have turned her on more, because she started jerking me off faster. "PLEASE!" s...e moaned. "I want to feel your huge cock deep in me. I beg you. Fuck me like a whore." I obliged.I bought my mouth close to her ear...nibbled on her earlobe and brought my other hand to her tit and squeezed hard on her nipple and said..."You want to be treated like a whore? You got it." I pressed her hard against the bookshelf. Hard enough to. And then fuck off! Make sure I never see you two slacking” he said to the other two soldiers and turned away to indicate the fight, and the discussion, was over. The soldiers dragged out the big soldier and embellished the story as they retold it. The governor was no longer the stuck-up officer bastard. He had taken out his enemy in a straight and fair fight, and he had not killed the other two as accessories as he might have done. The garrison would be behind him now. “I’m afraid you need to. "I don't know. I guess they must have been inthe laundry machines when I did my laundry,and got gathered up with the rest of my stuff," Isay, feeling as shocked at seeing them as she is."Don... Just look me in the eyes and tell meyou're not cheating on me," she says.I look her in the eye and hold the gaze,unwavering."Angela, I'm not cheating on you. There are noother women in my life. I love you," I tell her.It doesn't matter. The faint trace of doubt hasentered her mind. The chemistry has. Apart from Alexander, it was an all-female office.That was going to change.Katie started the ball rolling by talking to one of her colleagues,Sharon, about Alexander's wandering eyes.Sharon was Katie's age.Sharon had already noticed Alexander watching Katie. She decided shewould like to see if he was simply ogling Katie or did he ogle anyone ina miniskirt?Sharon had had quite a sheltered Christian upbringing and tended to thinkof women who wore miniskirts as being, well, fallen women. Katie.