”I grinned, “want me to ask the commander to change our assignment?”She snorted, “I used your name already and she said you are a trouble magn...t and did not need the headache.”I shook my head and handed her two resignation forms, “Two more dropped out.”Top Sergeant Brenda Davis was hard as battle steel but had a soft spot for trainees. She frowned and glanced at the names before calling their senior sergeants. I thought this assignment would give me a rest but I was busier then any other. I moved them apart just slightly and “come on bitch boy, we can do this either way, yours or mine, but you will like mine a lot better.”I spread my legs wider and while she ran a hand expertly up and down the shaft of my cock, keeping me hard, but not exciting me too much, with the other hand, she crooked a single finger into my ass!! I groaned! I had never even done this to myself, and at first the pressure was uncomfortable bordering on pain, but then I relaxed as I felt her rubbing my. Pretty but plain became her motto. She was a poet after all, and they should appreciate her words more than the look of her body in a skimpy evening dress. It’s something her mother would have wanted for her.She picked out a long black skirt and an old white blouse—something she would typically wear to the classroom and not to a soiree. She sensed there would be plenty of women for Claude to hit on anyway. She would blend in, have a drink, talk shop, and leave early, hopefully after saying a. At that time it was indeed the only criterion. And the law came down as hard on the girls as on the likes of me. You see, when you raise kids and tell them they can't have candy, candy will be the one thing they crave for all the time. When they play at other children's homes, they beg for them all the time. Same with me. I was a healthy boy with a healthy appetite. My hormones were tickled by high, hard tits and swaying asses, by moist, generous lips and endless legs. And they were denied me..