.. I ... I've already told you my fantasies ... ohhhhh ... please, sir..."It was true. Ana had told me many things she'd fantasized about over the yea...s, from being with another woman to having sex outdoors in a park, and we'd done many of them, but I didn't believe she'd told me everything. I was sure there were things I hadn't discovered yet. "Tell me, Ana. I can keep you like this for hours." No, please no!" She arched her back off the bed, pushing herself at my fingers."Then tell me. What. All the while she pushed her sheer-lycra clad buttocks against my groin and gently rotated her hips. Slowly she reached behind herself searching for my zipper, almost fumbling for a moment but soon back on course, unzipping me. The great liberation.I was taller then she. My cock pressed against the base of her spine, my balls grating against the fine body sheaf of her hosiery. But all the time I was aware of Mark who circled us like prey, as if waiting his moment to pounce. He would stop still. McCock had found Major Logan. He was outside the storage shed of the 'open' range at the "Queen's own Regiment" from whose ranks PGS were usually drawn and who backed up the PGS when required. With him were five PGS troopers. They were all in work dress with a sleeve rolled up and a sleeve pistol strapped to the exposed forearms. They were gazing at a collection of twisted metal pieces at their feet. Major Logan made the introductions and explained the bits,"We just put Sergeant Whittle through. You might have your eyes closed, but you cannot resist my perfume. Breathe it in now Abby. Breath in my relaxing perfume, and relax for me.’ Abby had no choice. Jemma’s perfume filled her nostrils and she breathed it in deeply, unable to escape the hypnotic fumes of this wonderful woman. ‘Yes Abby, that’s good. Relax for me now.’ Abby felt herself melt into the sofa under Jemma’s command. She was helpless now as Jemma took control. Jemma began to slide her fingers deep into Abby’s wanting.