Tell him that you need some 'milk'. He'll know what you mean."The following week I went to the tavern with some trepidation. I did what my friend sai.... The tavern owner gestured to me to follow him into a back room. As soon as he closed the door, he asked me what kind of man I had in mind. I told him I was looking for a husky man. He said: "I have the right man for you. He's an unemployed stevedore... he's built like an OX and HUNG like a BULL!" "Just what I'm looking for!" I told him. The. Becki broke the silence..."Tell me again..." Tell you what babe..?" You know, about the man..." Oh what, this again, I wish I'd never told you in the first place..."Becki snuggled her head into her boyfriend's bare chest and started rubbing his cock through his shorts..."But it's not fair" she protested, "I can't believe you've seen his cock and I haven't... Tell me again what it's like..."Jay shifted uncomfortably but couldn't conceal his arousal at Becki's shameless interest in another man's. "If there was communication between the two, prior to the 911 call, it could be as innocent as the General giving the Master Sergeant the night off," Caleb explained slowly, as if organizing his thoughts as he went. "Communication after the 911 call could have the same innocent purpose, but the Master Sergeant's demeanor on the phone could be significant. If there was communication before and after the 911 call, it would seem to indicate evolving operations with status updates coming in." You. Martin intercepted each man in the hall, explained the whole story, gave them the money they needed, and sent them in. Each man did his part, he assured her of her safety, told her she was a good person trapped in a bad situation, and left with assurances someone was looking out for her. Each afternoon Cheryl handed an envelope to Turner, and he made his usual comments about her being a whore. Cheryl spent the rest of the time nibbling on the trays sent up by the hotel and wondering about.