“Hey, what you doing? I can’t see a thing with this sun,’’ Binky protested, trying to snatch the glasses back but stopped by Marco’s grasp. ...e leant over and kissed her gently on the lips, his tongue dipping inside her mouth. Binky felt herself momentarily gasp before she found herself totally lost in his kiss. Gently, Marco took hold of her hand and put it on his hard bulge. “I want to see your eyes when you tell me your confession and I want you to stroke my cock okay?” Binky pulled her. I had noticed the two men immediately when we entered the suite, one obese with a jovial face, the other slender, almost skeletal reminding me of my uncle.The day had finally come when I was expected to earn my keep as a spy for the colonel. Claus briefed me on what to do and what to say and not say. As far as the man was concerned, I was a simple Polish whore-boy with no ties to the colonel. Claus gave me a choice, I chose the weasel-like commander, not that my would-be abuser was the least. I was trying to give her short but honest answers that would not get me in trouble if they were printed. Neither the smell of the place nor all the stuff that was going on with TV lights, post-game radio broadcasts, boisterous horseplay and that sort of thing seemed to bother her. After a game, most locker rooms are sort of a combination car wash and tin can factory with techno-rock playing from somebody's boom box.Then Bigger Johnson came out of the shower rubbing his head with a white towel. "We're going to fix everything for him. By the time we're done he'll be one of the most popular guys in school. He'll thank us when it's all over." You think?" Heather asked with just a touch of hope in her eyes."Of course!" Ginger beamed. But, Teresa, Jenny, and Melissa looked less than confident."I think we just need more time to think on it. One of us will stay here and make sure that Angie doesn't do anything to Roger, and then we'll all meet back here in the morning around eight to decide.