..........I mean who the hell wouldn't want you. I'M NOT SORRY AND I'D DO IT AGAIN !. I stood there thinking, "OH SHIT", seems I can't control my dam ...outh. It was dead quiet except for the water running, I continued to stand there thinking, "I'm Toast". Thinking I really "did it now" I began to soap up and finish then I would deal with the aftermath when I was done and got out.I was wetting my hair when the shower curtain opened. I turned as she entered. She stood before me as I ran my eyes up. “Looks like Brian has chosen the back door, which is fine by me. My cock probably is going to split your little cunt, if that punk’s was doing anything at all for you!!” Cindy suddenly stepped forward and turned so that she could see us both. “Hold on, you assholes. We have the whole weekend and I want to see which one of you can win my game. Which one of you can keep from blowing your nuts down my throat the longest.” Before either of us could do a damn thing, she sank to her knees and. In the space of a few seconds, the man had transformedinto his "slut self," a sexy, horny babe that was, the report stated,completely female and eager for action. Jeremy had feigned horror andshock along with everyone else, but inwardly he'd had a very differentreaction.It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life, and ever sincethat day, he'd been addicted to the thought of wearing a collar.Jeremy pulled open the middle drawer of his computer desk and pulledout the "secret" stash.. Duncan had never made time for all that. He replaced his cover and picked up his bag, heading for the base. His papers were waiting for him. He signed them and shook hands with the officer. “Thank you for your service.” Duncan snapped a crisp salute. “Permission to leave the base, sir.” The officer returned the salute. “Permission granted.” And that was that. Duncan was free. Twenty-four years old, six feet two inches, and two-hundred and fifteen pounds of muscle without a purpose in life. He.