Every nerve in my body screaming at me. A mature, professional woman lost in mad, stupid, incoherent rambling. My emotions, my hormones getting the be...ter of me. '...my hotel is not round here...'I ended almost incomprehensively, out of breath... I reached forward, to my glass, and downed the remaining liquor in one thirsty, dry-throated gulp. The empty bottle next to it testament to the source of the alcohol. 'looks like you are ready for another of those sugga' Said the guy on my right... and. Probably around the age of 12 or 13 if I was lucky enough to find a pair of freshly worn ones in a hamper, I would bring them up to my nose and sit on the commode and jack off. I was always careful to place them back in the hamper, so no one would know that I was doing it. I did not care if it was a young or old woman's Panties that I was smelling I just knew that it gave me the urge to stroke my cock and cum. As I got a little bit older, and when I started going out with girls, and started. From the flicker of his generous tongue to the careful shearing of her silver-blond hair, the whole ordeal was the hottest she ever had. The velvet-like pelt of silver had grown close to an inch now, very thick, shiny and healthy. She often touched it, thinking of Gregory. How she longed to have him drop by again and soon. They had only talked once at a local grocery store briefly, his charm still vibrant and enthusiastic. She wanted him, needed him again... Gregory's barbershop was open most. Claus briefed me on what to do and what to say and not say. As far as the man was concerned, I was a simple Polish whore-boy with no ties to the colonel. Claus gave me a choice, I chose the weasel-like commander, not that my would-be abuser was the least bit attractive, but finding the fat man repulsive.Frank introduced Claus and me to our respective playmates. The weasel seemed pleased with my looks, running a hand through my long blond hair as he scanned my body with a lurid grin, his baggy.