My boxers were all that remained between my now rock hard length and the outside world, but Isabelle was determined to free me. As she pulled off my b...xers, I threw my shirt over my head, tossing it to my belt on the floor. I was now completely naked, my cock sticking straight up into the air. Isabelle quickly disrobed, tossing her clothes aside in a pile with mine. She wore just her cute panties and bra, looking at me with a cute smile. Slowly, she unhooked her bra, bringing it down to her. I swear, this looked to me like a very poorly run training exercise!We went through the wreckage of the base as carefully as we could, looking for all of the clues that we could find as to who and what we were fighting. Unfortunately, most of the paperwork burned when the buildings did, and their computers survived no better. They went in heavily for plastic disks and tape storage, neither one of which could withstand the heat of a fire. The only bit of useful paper we found was the fragment of. You got off on her eating me, so turn about ought to be fair play. Why is it fair that guys can expect women to perform for there entertainment, but not return the favour?’ ‘Kiss one cock, you’re a fag,’ Ralph muttered in a sheepish tone, his shoulders hunched and eyes cast down to the floor, definitely not looking at Father Sweet’s bobbling erection. ‘Well, if it’s performing to please the gals, it’s not really queer.’ I was shocked to realize that it was my voice saying those words. Before. When, at the end of this week, still no closer to a solution, I finally mentioned what I was thinking to my brother, he came up with an idea I'd never have had."What about that Leslie Ackerman? Weren't you always telling us how alike the two of you always were? Seems to me, if you're really looking at someone who can do what you'd do, that she'd be the first one you'd think of."Leslie Ackerman had been my first girlfriend. We'd been about ten years old. It was before my parents got killed. We'd.