This gave us 111 candidates for the militia, so we were able to start training.The officers wanted to start out forcing everybody to learn how to marc... in parade and how to salute. I got so pissed at the officers that I almost shot them, myself. I managed to get myself under control and explained what kind of army I wanted. They couldn't understand the value of a guerrilla army, nor could they understand how to lead them. That did it! I fired the whole crew and decided to be my own general. Sub. Rubbing your mound a little harder now you can’t help slipping a finger inside, now a almost inaudible moan escapes your lips and the women suddenly go quiet. You freeze hoping in vain that they decide that they didn’t hear anything.You lie stretched out on your back one hand squeezing your breast fingers pulling a nipple the other between your spread legs with a finger buried up to the second knuckle, you feel your clit throb against it and realise that’s what made you moan loud enough to be. I masturbated nightly on the build-up. I wondered if I would see his cock, I wondered if he would bring a girl back, I wondered if he might see me naked and develop an interest in me. I also wondered if nothing at all would happen and life would stay exactly the same. At least I would be four nights in the same room as him, breathing his air and smelling his smell.On day one, we arrived in the early evening and by the time we checked in, went out for a meal and had a few drinks there was not. He started his car and went home.When he got home, Early called Steve Majors, the head of security at his company."Jesus, Early, it's one fifteen in the morning. What the hell's wrong?" Steve exclaimed."I need the name and number of the private investigators the company uses," Early said.Steve gave Early the name of John Wells and Wells' home phone number. "Anything else, Early?" Steve asked."I want my phone bugged," Early replied."Tell Wells. They'll do it. Do you want to talk?" Steve.