Then I removed his robe. "Lay back." I told him. I stood up and took off my pants and boxers."Ay Papi!" He moaned.I looked him over, stroking his whol... body. He was tone and tan everywhere except his crotch. "I hate this pale spot." I can tan nude if you want." He sighed. "I only wore the g-string because we didn't think you'd approve." Oh, I approve." I leaned over and kissed his cock. "I definitively approve." ¡Mi dios!" He sighed. "¡Si chupar mi pinga, yo chillaré!"I had no idea what that. The idea appealed to me as I believed he would never have had a woman like me in his life, I thought how confident I was with the experience we had just had in the last 24 hours.When I went to work, I didn't see Brian till dinnertime, I was in my office with my door open, just as he passed, I was rubbing my eyes as he said late nights this weekend? I said no just reading of the screen all morning. I then asked why he was at our local as he was a long way from home, he said he was with his. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm yes mmaztrr mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned. He was really doing a number on my ass, fucking it and slapping it, and it felt incredible, I couldn't get enough. Every time he shoved his dick all the way inside my ass I wanted to scream, to be filled like that is indescribable. I would be his slave whenever he wanted if he could fuck me like this all the time, but I knew I would never find out who he was, and he wasn't. That was a radio call that was being made more and more frequently, and the response was "How many prisoners?"Being a man of fairly literal bent, Brian reported that he didn't know for sure. He had not, after all, actually counted his prisoners.The radio operator at Division Rear, assuming that Brian was a radio operator for a company in the field, instructed him to move the prisoners on a particular azimuth (direction) which would take them to an EPW (Enemy Prisoner of War) collection.