“We share everything,” Charlie grinned, “don’t we old boy?”“I can’t say I’m surprised really,” The Major cackled, “You look like a...woman that needs a regular supply of dick.” “You cheeky bugger,” I laughed as I playfully slapped him on the back of his head. “Ding-Dong!” Charlie hollered as he slopped his hand up my uniform and squeezed my fleshy thigh at the top of my stockings, “Good girl…this is going to be a fun bath time!” Once inside the large bathroom I knew that we wouldn’t be. She was being very flirtatious with one of the k**s we were playing, my friend and I cracking jokes about how she was trying to make me jealous. She was wearing a loose fitting v-neck sweater and tight jeans, with black boots. She looked great. Down to the last few cups, she was on the other end distracting me by blowing kisses and flaunting her ass. Turning around to bend over or playing with her back pocket. It was time to hit the last cup, and she was looking at me. My friend pumping me up. " She dragged me into the bathroom and made me sit on the ground. She rummaged through her cabinet and pulled out a can of shaving foam and a razor."I need to have my slave's cock clean shaven," she said."Yes mistress." She made me climb into the bathtub where she took down the shower head and ran hot water. She poured the warm water over my cock and applied shaving foam. She gently dragged the razor over my hairy cock to leave it clean and bare. She washed off the remnants of foam and dried me. If you think he came in on the East Coast, have you pulled all the Coast Guard reports for the last year looking for irregularities?” I asked.“That is out of NSA jurisdiction. The Coast Guard handles that with the DHS,” Smith replied.“Arnie, has DHS received copies of those reports from the Coast Guard to review?” I asked.“I don’t think so; I am not sure a request was ever sent for that information,” he replied.“When we cut for break, make the call; if it has not been requested, do it and.