. please... I don’t understand this but I can’t... not here... ““You can’t,” he devilishly grinned, “Or you won’t?”“I shouldn’t,...please... “He ignored her plea and continued with torment by turning her whole body into a hyper-aroused erogenous zone. Her glazed eyes followed the path of his as she felt them travel along the flushed skin of her vulnerable body. His gaze moved and fixated on her breasts, twisting each of her nipples before traveling between her parted legs and gently circling her. They also repeated what Karen had said about the ratio of men to women, and they had decided that they wanted him for their husband.The women had been to the medical station for their physical examination, and each one had been treated for several minor ailments, plus June had been treated for gonorrhea. She was told that she was now cured, and it was safe for her to have children. The other three women were fine as they were, so Jake agreed to accept all of them as his wives.Their wifely. Of course as a girl myself, we knew this from day one, we are horny buggers and love a good rodgering, and giving a good blow-job, it's society that tries to make us what we are not.In boarding school, we cut favors with staff, in return for illicit sex, partly for freedoms, but more for our own satisfaction, I was a horny teen and gave it away for the feeling of having one inside.Getting out at weekends, usually meant joining a queue, to give the gate-man a blow-job, he never ejaculated, he. Now Lorenzo had no idea what to do. He could see Brandon watching him closely as the room became clearer. But he turned away, got up, and went into the bathroom with his ditty bag to wash up. Both men got cleaned up and they went down to wait at the Greyhound Station for a bus back down to Monterey. Both were mostly silent, not knowing what to say.Lorenzo was not ashamed. He didn't think Brandon was either. But he really didn't know what to think. On the ride back to base they would chat.