"But then they will see that you know what to expect." Oh, that's no problem," she commented, "I'll just line up with the other women and will not say...anything to them." That is what I expected you to promise," replied the Colonel, "What worries me is that you might persuade all the women to revolt by refusing to perform and telling them not to cooperate. While that would not present much of a problem, and many of the officers might prefer to fight to achieve their conquests, it could injure my. What am I thinking? I'm a whore. No way would Art want me. I'm used merchandise. He was just being nice to me today. Even if he somehow fell for me, every time he started to make love to me, he would think about all those men fucking me. No way could he stand that. Why did my father make a whore out of me? I hope that bastard rots in Hell.Tears washed from her eyes as her good mood evaporated. I'll never have a decent man. No good man would want to stick his cock where all those assholes have. .I suppose I can do that," I replied. "Loverly....still you could hardly refuse could you?," my landlady said inquiringly. "Oh! I have some cream for your rear," she added, and that said she produced a small jar, she scooped some of the white contents in to her hand and started to caress my buttocks with the soothing cream. I moaned with pleasure as the cooling cream refreshed my skin. After 10 minutes of her heavenly touch she stopped and rose from the bed, "Did you find that pleasing John?". Was your setup man's name Frank Schooner?" His rage disappeared, as he remembered."Yes, it was. He was very bitter about what happened to him in court. He blamed you for ruining his life."She had calmed down, but her cheeks still glistened with the moisture of shed tears."First, let me tell you that your ruined friend Frank came to court drunk and mooned the Judge. Hell, until he did that, there were no problems. The guy is his own worst enemy.He removed his fresh handkerchief and dabbed the.