Having been in the military for 15 years I was so excited. I was flown across country to meet my new Commanding Officer who I would be supporting. Upo... meeting him I was informed he was getting married for his 3rd time and that he was glad i was arriving because it is my job to host the Bachelor Party. There were going to be many of his old Academy buddies and one of grades for my Fit-Rep would be how well I logistically conduct this evolution. My wife of 18 years was ecstatic for me and though. Instead, I appealed to his desire to be lenient and be our friends.“Could we watch Benson tonight, Master Kiwi?” I asked. I hated Benson. It was a dumb show about a black guy who was Lt. Governor. It seemed like something Kiwi and Jenny would like, though. I wanted to get common ground and slip in the Master title. I was not above kissing his ass if it benefited me.“Master? I am no Master. I am just Kiwi,” he said.“You seem like a Master to me. You are in charge of three cunts all by yourself,. Very naturally she leaned back on the hood while raising her legs. I quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off in one move. She was now free to spread her legs open and the sight of her neatly shaved dripping wet pussy was driving me mad! I wanted to plunge my face in it, lick her swollen clit and eat her pussy to orgasm but I wanted to take her so bad that I lay her legs on each of my shoulders and plunged my cock in her stopping only when I could go no deeper. She let a long. “On me, k**,” I said, moving away.“No,” he responded, with … force. With adulthood. A new voice. The voice of a … man?“Please, Mr. James. Please,” he said, walking up to me, still naked, but standing taller now. “And can you get us some rib-eyes? For tonight. They’re my favorite.”I nodded. It was hard to focus with him standing there. “And, can we grill ‘em?” he asked, eyes clear. “And … can you teach me how? To do that – to grill stuff?”I nodded again, trying to take his bills, and avoid his.