But when I reached under it, I felt a small protrusion. When I moved it, I heard something that sounded like it fell. But what wasn’t the weirdest t...ing!The weirdest was an arm reached in and grabbed me, right . . . well I am sure you know where. I was shocked, to say the least. But I was also embarrassed because Mr. Smith’s stories had caused a reaction and Brinna made things worse with some of her more graphic descriptions. I couldn’t even back up because of how small the confessional cubby. "It was my aide. "Sir, the President is on line three." Thank you, Major." I finished my notes on the results of the last battle scenario they had run. The numbers were still not what I was hoping for. I clipped my notes onto the folder and handed them to him. "Tell Col. Frunt these were pretty good, but I recommend he read Churchill. Specifically the part about kissing wives and disappearing. Insurgency tactics can at times be more dangerous than outright war." Yes Sir." he saluted, turned and. No? he replied.?Well,what on earth did you use. And don?t lie to me!?. Her tone had developed into astrict school matron. She didn?t know why she was being so mean to herboyfriend, but it arousing her. ?Tell me. Now!??mmmm.mmmmmmmy tongue? he murmured. The last word barely audible, but it was enoughfor her to hear. His eyes were downcast. She felt a rush of power over him. Hehad admitted to cleaning her boots with his tongue. And this should disgusther, but it didn?t. It excited her.?Showme!?. " And now you're ok?" I think so. Everything seems brighter today."Cindy looked at me, searching my eyes, for something. Then rolled me on my back. She started kissing again, down my chest, both nipples, down my stomach, around my shaven pubic area. She licked my flaccid cock then put it in her mouth. Licking it as it swelled never moving off of it. Sucking, licking. Her hand fondling my balls, nails teasing, across around, under. My cock growing, but not leaving her warm mouth. Swallowing,.