I said fine, n she was giving me a printed receipt for my cellphone but dude to some problem printer was not working so I was waiting at theservice de...k. I was getting bugged up waiting there. Shewas trying to find out the problem with printer. In mean while I noticed thatshe was not well. She was coughing her eyes were little watery. I guess she hadcold n head ach as she spoke to me in friendly way, I tot to offer her somehalls ginger chock let’s which I had in my pocket. So I said her “I. “How’s your dick?” Oh shit. He looked shocked. I let go of his feet and I got up and sat next to him on the sofa. “Sorry. I…er…oh fuck.” “How’s my dick?” “Forget I said it. I just say things and I don’t mean to say ‘em. I think I’ve got Tourettes or something.” “How’s my fucking dick?” “Do you want a nice hot cuppa tea? Or coffee?” He smiled. “My dick’s all right thanks.” “Right. I’ll…I’ll go and make that cup of tea then, shall I?” “But my balls don’t half get tight in this cold weather.” We. It didn’t have the warm soft texture of a prick. It was cold and hard and………“How do you like being fucked by your own weapon?” the guy administrating my anal **** mocked.I was being fucked in the arse by my own truncheon. Now I was definitely being fucked at both ends. I could see out of the corner of my eye, three guys standing watching and wanking for all they were worth.“Go on shove it in him hard. Make the pig squeal”. This drove my anal assailant onto greater things and then all of a. "I hesitated, "I was told to return to Dexter."She pushed me towards the tent door, "I will take care of the tent."All I could think about while walking back to Dexter was the girl; I had not even asked her name. Dexter was Sergeant Dexter and he wanted to see me practice with my weapon. Like the others he took one look at the sword and snorted before gesturing to another man, "Practice with him."I looked at the man who was a few years older than me, "Where are the practice weapons?"Sergeant.