"It could be... the people outside," I said."Talk, anyway," Ingmar said, "Just be careful what you say." THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON TRANSMITTING, OVER." I...was about to say it again, when a big booming voice broke through the silence."CARTER! WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY? WE MISSED YOU!" The voice on the radio was friendly -- jovial, even. I looked at Ingmar with a 'what the fuck?' expression on my face."Talk to him!" Ingmar said."THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON, TRANSMITTING FROM BROOKE ARMY HOSPITAL IN SAN ANTONIO,. The powerand motion of him intoxicates me. The smell of his sweat and skin usually isenough to drive me into erotic bliss. H e reaches his hand under me to touchmy clit. My pussy i s w etter than ever and my clit is swollen. "You lyinglittle slut." Master whispers in my ear. "You're enjoying your punishment." He begins to rub my clit firmly. I gasp. "You like my cock up your ass,you filthy little fuck-bitch?" H e rubs my clit harder; my ass clenchesaround his cock, my pussy clenches around the. She was meeting a dude friend up there and that she had just gotten off work as a waitress. She then started taking off her small black sketcher running shoes and exposed her feet, she saw me look at them and kinda put her shoes near me. Close enough to smell. 15 mins of chatting went by and she was really into me complimenting my hair and clothes. The longer the chat went on the more personal it got. At one point she apologized for her feet smelling and i told her i thought they smelled good. Who else would know that stuff? Who in the world I could be like that with (except Rachel, of course)? I liked to get him in my mouth when he was soft and make him hard, and I like to see his dick all hard jutting out from his flat belly. He thought I was slutty because I liked to suck his balls, but that wasn't slutty to me at all. I just thought he was so cute, and that was part of the sex things that I liked to do with him. I could get sluttier than that!I knew what I wanted, though with all.