He wasn't even fully erect yet. "I can't." Just touch it," he said, his voice quaking now too.I reached out and took hold of his penis, it was slightl... bent to the left side. I took his cock in my hand and I could feel it was still soft, he wasn't yet hard and he must be now eight inches. My hand couldn't even fit around it, my thumb and forefinger didn't touch. It was without doubt the biggest dick I'd ever seen."Jack, Jack, I can't. It's, it's too big. I've never seen one like this." It'll be. Your job is to keep them happy, keep them paying and get them off. If they leave happy and get their nut then you got a chance of making a regular. Some men might not even want to touch you or be touched by you. They might want to wank off in your shoe or tell you their life story or do any kind of shit that makes them happy. You provide that service and they pay you. Simple. It isn't so complicated though because most of them are like me they just wanna get blown by a bopper with. However, this time there was no "girlfriend" surprising me.When we got back to the company area, we were given our orders. Every one of us in the Company was being sent to "The Presidio" just outside San Francisco for further deployment to the Republic of Viet Nam. Yup, we were going to the NAM.We were all given three-day passes. We had to be back in the Company Area by Sunday midnight. According to the small print on the pass we could go any where "within a 75 mile radius of Ft.. .Could it be that because of this, she was training me as a girl? I didn'twant to think about it, and since we've been having such a good time, Ididn't want to harm it by bringing up such an awkward question.I obediently followed her instructions, doing a few. As it was a gesture,not a dance move, it didn't involve a lot of movement, making them verysimple to do and easy to master."Very good. That's a ballet curtsey but there are several others. Whendoing a standard curtsey, you would gently.