I was clock watching - call it impatience, anxiety or enthusiasm - I wasn’t sure.The 747-200 had already made the trip, leaving forty minutes earlie... with the men from Morton.When we landed the place was full of men and women, this time in JBG uniforms as it should be. Uniforms were part of discipline, moral, order and ended the preverbal question of who are you? Do you belong here?This was what Fort Dean had been built for - to be used aggressively, not like the day we made the un-announced. It was something I shouldn't have ever found appealing. And yet… And yet I couldn't deny the wetness between my thighs, or the strange heat that had begun to spread there since the first sight of a fully naked man and woman had appeared on screen. I had watched, avidly, as a man's fingers dipped in between one woman's legs, stroking her vagina with long swipes of his large fingers, and squirmed. I clenched my thighs together as I stared, growing exponentially more uncomfortable as the seconds. My hair is now Raven Black and goes down to just below my knees. And as for filling out the gown. Like wow!! I now have beautiful tear drop tits with sharp looking nipples pointing out through the material. I would be my own wet dream.Then I suddenly have the strongest urge to pee. Uhm, not sure where to go with this. So I lift my skirt and try to figure this out when I notice that I don’t have a tiny prick any more. Nor a lusciously tight pussy either. Now don’t get me wrong. I cock still. Beautiful, dark brown—almost black—eyes made up in a style that made her look like an Egyptian goddess; a sable Nefertiti come to life.“Why, I don't think I'd charge you anything, Sugah.” She laughed. “Just pay for the room.”“Just the room?” I asked.I was shocked. Even though I'd never tried approaching one of these types of “Ladies” before, I always assumed they would charge a good deal for their favors. I was used to whores, of course. After three years in the Navy in San Diego and in.