“You’re blowing smoke up my ass. Now get out of here before I call an MP,” countered the Captain.The therapist had seen the badges and had been ...mpressed to the point where Ed’s previous threat only seemed more realistic. He backed up and glanced over at the aide while shrugging his shoulders.Ed leaned against the parallel beams and examined the man in the wheel chair. Shaking his head, he thought about what the General had gone through to set up this meeting. It went far beyond what he could. There was to be no golden showers and condoms would be worn for all anal and vaginal insertions.A final cum bath was the preferred ending so everyone was asked to try and avoid cumming in the condoms.If Grace said she was hurting there would immediately be a stop.All these instructions were given by Charlie the Stage Manager.The last question was how many wanted to take Grace separately?There was a laugh at that. They had worked it all out. They were going to work as one team.It didn’t matter. This image of him watching her was so erotic, that she had her first orgasm sitting on the loo at work. It was so strong that she couldn’t help gasping out loud, as it thundered through her body. She sat there trembling until her body recovered itself. Taking a deep breath she again dried her wet pussy by dabbing it this time, and pulled up her knickers. She listened to hear if anyone had come into the room whilst she hadbeen wanking herself. Had she really been ‘wanking’ herself? Only dirty. Luckily he was starting to wear down by then; I was still getting my backside slapped pretty hard. When I got out of bed the next morning my ass still tingled.I found out the next morning that the tourist had come downstairs about midnight looking to do me again. When he heard the noise in my room, he went to the bathroom for the dorm and jacked off for a while. He got his next chance after lunch. I just told him that I was going to lay down for a while and, he was welcome to join me if he was.