" She shivered and said, "We can leave, if you want, Rob, I don't mind." Up to you, babe, but we did just order, and I was looking forward to the sata...." Didn't seem to be too much of a problem – week night, and all that, so we figured we'd just have our meal, and leave quietly. Wasn't meant to be."Rob, did I tell you it was Laurel who told me about my drink being doctored?" No, sweetie, you didn't. A point for her, I guess. I wonder why she's still hanging with them if she was willing to do. It was not very complicated because of the uniform lack of training, but we did know what radio frequencies to use when the attack helicopters showed up. We hoped to convert them to fighting for us; the men we had already picked up insisted that a few moments of conversation between them and the air crews would have them switching sides. By damn, it looked like the rebellion was on its way, especially if the rest of the Army followed suit!It turned out that it was the photographs that Mark took. Even though neither of us told anybody at work about our fling (I didn’t want to my boss to find out and get pissed/jealous), everybody knew. I had two real good friends that were also pool boys and were hanging out the night at the marina. One of them, Mark, said ‘I knew you would get some by the way she was hanging all over you.’ Our flirting made it obvious to those who were in doubt. Since some of our shifts started at 7am to get the pool ready for the guests, some days we would get off. I felt her tremble as she quickly went to work on my buckle, pushing my jeans and boxers down. She pushed me back and got down on her knees, looking up into my eyes as she wrapped her lips expertly around my swollen shaft, pumping it in her fist at the same time. I watched in awe as she worked my cock inch by inch into her mouth, deep throating me like a pro. I don’t know where she learned her skills but this girl certainly knew how to work a cock and I soon had to stop her before I filled her.