It was Huxley that brought the next crisis to Emily's attention."Walk with me Lieutenant," he requested.The Major's use of her rank reassured her. She...appreciated the man's respect and would have felt diminished if he'd referred to her by name."Are you still okay with me Major," she asked."Man or machine, I don't much care Lieutenant. Just so long as you do your job and don't put people's lives in jeopardy." That means a lot to me sir." I've met soldiers who were more machine than man inside,. She grunted and moaned and gasped for air as Sultan continued his relentless attack. After filling her belly, Sultan panted with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Claire rubbed his sides, then slowly pulled her face away from thick cock lodged firmly in her throat. Taking a long, deep breath, she rubbed the dripping sperm and saliva from her lips and massaged her breasts. Sultan finally jumped down and walked away to clean his cock.“Good boy, Sultan!” Claire praised, while licking her. Their Saturday dance was open to anyone who could pay the twenty dollar cover and they usually had pretty decent bands. The cover was waived for unescorted ladies so there were usually plenty of girls to dance with.As you might have probably guessed by now one of the first girls I saw when I got there was Betty. I was surprised to see her there because I had expected that she would be up at school. I found out later that she was on a semester break. She was out on the dance floor with Norm. It was a feeling that would and could and did, become addictive. As Jon's full, thick, veiny, delicious, manly and beautiful cock continued to pound into me, my precum continued to leak out of me. With each thrust, my semi hard cock flung back and forth, maintaining my ecstasy. With his hands gripping my hips, and his cock deep inside me, Jon said, "you like my cock in you, baby?" Calling me "baby" seemed odd, I wasn't a girl, but I began to embrace it, to love it, "Yes, baby , yes!" I cried.