I call her.“Franchesca Baker.”“Franc?”“Yes?”“Bobby.” She doesn’t respond. “From last night.” I can hear noise on the other end b...t it’s not her. “I gave you a lift home.”“Yeah, I remember. I don’t need a flashback.” She doesn’t sound happy to hear from me. “What do you want?”I think I’ve made a strategic error, but it’s too late now. “I wanted to see what you were doing tonight.”“Some friends of mine are coming over to watch season one of the new Doctor Who series. I got the DVDs last week.”Oh. A smile creeps across my face watching you squirm under that blanket. You moved around so much that the blanket has fallen away, you seem to be sweating a bit so maybe you were to warm. I watch a little while longer and I notice your hand starting to make its way between your legs. You slowly spread your thighs apart while you start to rub your magic spot. I watch with delight as you start to slide a finger inside. You work it in and out slowly at first, then faster. Your breathing picks up to. Steve knew what wasabout to happen, yet he wanted even more to be under this man'scontrol. Obediently, he spread his legs apart. Slowly Mikebegan to work his hand into Steve's orifice. First the fingers-one by one he slowly moved them inside of Steve. He strokedSteve's cock causing Steve to be more relaxed and ready toreceive Mike's offering. Mike twisted his hand inside of Steve'sass up to his knuckles. This would be the hard part; but, hewasn't going to offer Steve anything artificial. Knocker was not even sober enough to realise that a Leading Recruit was bringing him his meals when it was obvious that the bullies should just detail off a ‘grommet’ to do such a menial task.And so on that fateful day PO White staggered out of his cabin, hungry and unwashed, reeking of stale beer, he made his way to the galley to raid the fridge. Jason and Michele should have heard the cabin door open and close, as it was just down from the Regulating Office but they were out and about.