I stepped up, as she spread her legs apart and in one hard thrust, buried my baton up to the hilt in her sopping wet pussy.“Fill me with more of tha... delicious cum, stud.”I grabbed a handful of her hair as we fucked like it would be our last time. Our grunting and moaning was carried by the gentle breeze. We both felt my impending orgasm and she cried out, “Fill ‘er up, stud!” It didn’t take long and my man fluid filled her to overflowing.She came after several more thrusts of my baton as I. " Yeah," agreed Justin. He ran his hand through his short black hair and scratched the bristles on his chin, as he hadn't shaven in two days.Steve threw back his drink and got up off the stool and walked out of the club by the side door. Justin followed."Are you following me or something?" he asked."Just making sure you're OK? I care about you."Steve whirled around and grabbed hold of Justin by the jacket and pushed him hard against the wall of the dark alley where no one was watching. He. "I heard my name." "No you didn't, Sir!" I said quickly. "I distinctly heard someone say Garlan, or at least half of the name and I'm guessing you don't know many Garlans?" I watched his face as he slowly put one hand on my thigh. "I like your skin," he said, commenting on my lightly tan body. "And you look nice in short hair." I'd been forced to cut of my dark brown curls when I joined. "All in all you're a good private," he spoke as if we were having a conversation, not as if his hand had. His shoes glowed. His cuff links glittered. His skin was pink, his eyes pale when he lifted his dark glasses to look at me.I introduced myself and said I was looking for a job, a pitching job. I avoided a begging tone, but feared I would come off subservient no matter how I explained myself. Since I was deeply in debt I really did not give a damn how it looked."Uh huh," said the wealthy young man whose name I already knew was Greeley Jepperson. I had been buying Washington newspapers for two.