"Don't guys usually masturbate to porn?" Sometimes... anyway, it doesn't matter." I'm not going to tell her that I didn't masturbate because I was wai...ing to fuck my sister. "Do you want to hear the deal or not?" I ask."Okay, fine..." she says, weirdly concerned that I didn't masturbate to her erotic video."If you give me another massage, I'll be completely naked." I offer, raising my eyebrows."That's your deal?" she asks, like she's thinking it over. "No briefs?" she smiles coyly. I nod."Fine.. It was several hours before I awoke. It was darkening outside now, the last light of the setting sun suffusing the room in a pale pink, and I reached automatically for my cell, looking for a text from you. There it was. I started to read, and then I started to cry, tears wetting my face as I read. You had an ex-wife, you wrote, an ex-wife who had screwed you over literally and metaphorically on each and every tour, including the last one, cut short by an unfortunate encounter with an IED. You. .. fit right in with the natives."What do you say? Want to sign up?"Oh, wait, there's more. Sexual prowess ... the member of a Holmes ... attractive to females ... or males, if you so desire. People, basically humanoid, male or female, will WANT to be your friend."We won't put you with spiders or snakes ... we'll put you with humanoids.It waited, refilled the cups and caused Twinkies and Krispy Kreme sugared donuts to appear. Noticing his companions disgust, a plate of veggies and dip. “You want to kiss it, don’t you”?“Yes Mistress”.He replies softly.“Only good sissies get that honour”.She teases.“Are you a good sissy Slut?”He thinks for a moment.“I hope so Mistress”.She smiles, good answer she thinks, he’s learning fast, this one will be easy to train.“Let me hear you beg for it”“Please may I be allowed to kiss it mistress”?She says nothing. She just puts her hand on the back of his head and pushes it toward her vagina. His lips press against the flower of her womanhood as.