"Good, is there another Sergeant here?" I asked."Yes, there is one other here, Chief Trainer. Do you wish to see him also?" Chuang asked, being more f...rmal with the others present."Not presently. While I explain to these men what I want, I would like you and the other Sergeant to organize the men into groups of ten and by the unit that they came from. We'll begin processing shortly," I told him. Chuang went to get the other Sergeant and began organizing the men. I had instructions for the two. I could hardly hold it any longer myself. I lifted her off me. My stomach definitely had a wet spot where her cunt had touched my body. She was lying on her back as I leaned over and moved her hair from her face. I kissed her deeply; my tongue going in her mouth and rolling around flicking her tongue with mine. She was writhing under me as she impatiently was trying to take my pants off. I licked her face and moved down to her stomach; I unbuttoned her as I went down her body and finally she. At that point she stopped what she was doing and sat up on the bed. She looked straight at me. I didn't know what she was thinking of what she was going to say or do next. Then she stood up, walked over to her wardrobe, and brought out a shoebox. She brought it over to the bed and handed it to me. "Look inside" she said, so I did. I was faced with several dildos of different lengths and thicknesses. "Pick one" she said. So I pulled out a 7" dildo that was quite slim. She reach into her bedside. It’s one redeeming feature was a really beautiful pine bar running down one side and pine tables along the other. As a kid growing up in Dodge City, I heard nothing on the radio but country music. Something in the songs, seemingly mostly sad, struck a chord in me. There was a pathos that echoed in some sadness within me. The one really special thing about this bar was a jukebox with the old country songs on them. It had all the great ones: Hank Williams, Faron Young, Jim Reeves, even some of.