.. So don't give that away, is what I'm saying. Whoever's asking you to do it with them, don't, unless you're really really sure. Sure that you want t..., and that you won't regret it."Nicole looked up. "Would you ... Would you think less of me if ... If someone was? And I said yes?"Elle gave her a hug. "I wouldn't think less of you for anything, honey. I'm your friend. I want you to be happy—however you define that." Just a friend?" Nicole said. "Oh, Danielle. I wouldn't ask these things of just. ”With a low moan, she let my foot deeper into her mouth.“Good girl,” I said. “Now, you prepared a nice breakfast for me, so I’m serving you dessert.” I giggled. “Get in between my toes and lick all the foot filth.”As soon as I said it, I felt the tip of her tongue darting in and out, probing and swabbing. Good thing I wasn’t ticklish.“Hmm, just like that, little one. You like that, don’t you? Is it your favourite dish?” A little moan and even faster licking served as her ascent. “Of course it. I had never wanted to grab someone by the hair so bad. I wanted to pull her hair and force my dick even further down her cock sleeve of a mouth. That's the one thing that made a glory hole suck, to be honest. I felt like Ricky Bobby — I didn't know what to do with my hands. All I could really do was put them on the divider and pretend I was feeling up the world's flattest woman."I'm getting close," I said, not sure what the protocol for this kind of thing was."Not yet," she said, immediately. Making a long story short I was put in the back of a truck and driven to the Air Force Base nearby. Rough hands helped me into the back of a medical transport. I heard a voice ask, "This him?" Yeap", was the only reply I heard.Once airborne they started working on me. I was stripped of my hospital clothing and dressed in a desert camouflage outfit. The last thing they worked on was my damaged foot and leg. The put a plastic walking cast on it padded and wrapped it up.They finally let me rest. I.