"All positions look alert for Bullfrog activity. All stations acknowledge, over." "Bullfrog Major" was the unofficial call-sign the platoon had settle... on for Captain William Whitefeather, Royal 22e Régiment, bane of the platoon's existence. Young Cynthia Arsenault didn't know it, but they'd bestowed an unofficial call-sign on her, too, because of her complicity in the captain's training activities: "Bullfrog Minor". Boucherville was warning his sentries to expect another training drill. As the. So naturally one can understand my frustration,when the secure carpark's front gate took longer than usual to allow me to leave,the traffic also slow, and I was in huge rush to make it to the Fashion district of town to do my last minute Retail therapy..(oh goodness i deserved it after that crazy week).Thankfully I managed to make it just in the nik of time to my fave store, and the clerk was happy to accomodate me allowing me to continue shopping after he locked the front door..The clerk and. Her friends were giving me the thumbs up as we headed for the door.We made small talk on the way to my place and when we got there she surprised me by nearly jumping into my arms and shoving her tongue down my throat. We were going at it pretty good when she suddenly stopped and backed away from me. She stared saying sorry, sorry, sorry, I don't know what came over me. I told her not to worry, I had the same idea in my head but I didn't want to move to fast. We both got a good laugh out of that. I kicked off my shoes and socks, removed my shirt and finally lowered my pants and stepped out of them. Not having any idea that Stephen would call, I had not worn anything special to work. I looked down at my satin panties and gave my hardening cock a rub. They were simple red satin Vassarette briefs with high cut sides, my favorite for work days. They were cut generous enough to hold everything in place but still, with the high sides, they showed off my long legs. The material was butter soft.