Suddenly, only minutes into our fuck, I felt a splash on my hip, soaking into my garter belt. Several more and I turned to see the senator, his face s...rewed into an orgasmic expression. He was stroking his wet cock as cum let from the head. Disappointed, I rolled my eyes. ”Fuck,” I thought to myself. I hoped there was enough time. But in surprise, I watched the old man kneel again, kissing my pussy then licking his seed from my hip. ”Mmm,” I growled, ”You dirty old fucker.”He smiled up at me. She denied himwine, coffee, sweets and especially beer. In the past he had enjoyed anoccasional bottle of imported ale, as much to savor its rich taste as todemonstrate his masculinity. Now he wasn't even allowed to wear anythingmade of flannel or denim -- though she had said that if he was a goodgirl she might buy him a pair of cut-off dungaree shorts, telling him hewould look cute in Daisy Dukes. Bunny had to stand by obediently, like a servant, while she unhurriedlyfinished her drink. She. You know that as a fact. I grope your ass. "You question my taste?" I go faux haughty. "You're the only beachbum for me," I speak, my breath of words a waft of exotic perfume.You slap back at my hands. "Enough! Back to work. Back to skin." Your slaps are unaimed; as fast as my hands move, you are mostly slapping at your own ass.I stay away, my fingers sliding downwards to the purity of flesh. You stop your batting and eventually relax, settling against the towel, spreading your thighs enough. "My two concubines have not completed high school yet. Do I have your permission?" Certainly. Already a number of concubines are students, yours shall not be alone there."He nodded, saluted her and the Colonel, and left with his sergeant.Everyone resumed their positions. Waiting. Sweating.Not long after that interruption, the senior corpsman entered the room, coming to attention and saluting."Sir, we regret that we cannot provide you with a CAP score for Private Al Ghamdi." No?" the Colonel.