The walk to the stockade office was long and difficult. Chief Master Sergeant Luther J. Masterson stood before the open office door and saluted Colone... Chamberlain. The ChiefMaster Sergeant and Colonel Chamberlain exchanged formal words."Trey, after you are released from arrest, you are to formally report to Colonel Mithras," Colonel Chamberlain said. "You will bang on the door three times and announce yourself and request permission to report to the commander. When Chief Masterson tells you to. Eager fingers rubbing it into him. His body tensed, as he felt the cock head press against his tight hole."Ohhh," he couldn't help but let a loud moan as the cock popped into him. The man's hands held his waist tightly as the cock slid in deep."Fuck, boy, your so tight," groaned the man, He kissed the boy, as he held him impaled on his cock. Slowly, he started to ease his cock out then reverse it deep back up the boy, who moaned with each deep thrust. The man was insatiable with desire, the boy. I also know what her interests are, what she finds funny, and I would provide avenues that work to get past first base with her. I am the perfect wing man – I am the perfect inside guy. Armed with tips from me, a reasonably charming man should be able to get inside her panties and confirm that her pussy is as red as her hair.Our plan was simple.I would give her a heads up that my old pal, Joe, was coming over to drop off a golf club from when we were in University together. He would. ”“So, this was all planned. You and Bartle have a plan, already?” Goran stopped at a small river for the borsin to drink and rest. Cat slid off, followed by Goran, his weapons at the ready. “Master, I sense there is more to Bartle than the person who gave you your freedom for you to take on this risk.”He hesitated before answering. “There are few of us.” That was confusing. He turned and stepped close enough to hold Cat’s shoulders. He glanced down her naked body, an action that was involuntary.