Okay not all guys, of course. Some guys don't need much stimulation at all. But you, if you act all sweet, pretend you like them, share a little intim...cy with them, you'll get repeat customers. Probably so many you'll have to turn them away." I looked at my margarita. It was half empty, somehow. I don't remember drinking it. Mark was still going on about stuff. "There's an initial outlay, though. You'll have to get a massage table, towel warmer, sheets and towels, lotions and oils. You'll have. Out of the hands of the Navy, and into the hands of the Army's chief intelligence officer of the Northern Sector. No, not directly into my hands. Not yet. First, I gave her into the hands of our interrogation team. They did what they could, but they didn't get any further with her than the Navy guys had. Of course not. After three days, I told them I'd take over. They respected my wish for privacy, a chief intelligence officer doesn't take off his pants in front of subordinates.On the outside,. “Who knows where that dirty slut mouth of yours has been, I’m gonna own it with my arse” I said whilst rubbing her face and mouth up and down me.I pulled her away from my arse by the hair and bent over to kiss her. Only seconds earlier her tongue had been probing my arsehole, now we were kissing passionately. “Now carry on” I said. Stacey told me how Gary then let go of her hands, causing her to grab him by the hips for balance, which was briefly fine, but she quickly realised why he had.He ran. “Good girl Emma. You may leave,” cuts in Miss Caitlin, dismissing her. “Now then Lisa, you knew the rules when you joined and I specifically said you cannot ever play with her and yet you constantly defy me. What am I going to do with you?” “Please Miss Caitlin, I’ll be good. I’ll stop,” began Lisa, her soft, dark hair slightly covering her eyes, falling silent at the glare from Miss Caitlin. Becky and Megan clutch each other as they watch the two of them, Becky’s fingers absently stroking.