Again, my recall of some details that evening is spotty, yet some parts remain very, very vivid to this day. I quite clearly remember Andi lifting her...head from between my legs and saying with a broad smile on her face, “May Ian have a turn?” I remember thinking how polite she sounded and—I admit this is utterly bizarre on my part—how grammatically correct her question was. In fact, Andi and Ian were curiously “polite” throughout the entire event, even a little formal at times.After Andi’s. He had stopped moaning and was just concentrating.Then he slowed down and I kinda hoped he was gonna cum but he did not. It was unpleasant for me but I remember thinking “good it’s over” but it was not. He slowed right down and stopped me from moving with his hands. Then he pulled himself all the way and held there for a bit. He placed the tip of his cock in my gaping opening and pushed again and vanished inside me. This he repeated several times very slow and deliberate.He admired me, spat on. ..back and forth. You know that you could probably shoot cum right now...you can feel the fluids building, almost like you have to pee, yet different. You want to push...push...push, but you can't allow it...you want more...your pussy is aching for the fullness of his cock. It's all you can think about now. Your hands move from under your bent knees, where you have been helping to hold them up...to reach out for him. You open your eyes to see his hard throbbing cock, pulsating up and down. There was a short discussion when they discovered the money, and I saw the cadet with the clipboard make a note.It probably didn't take more than fifteen minutes for them to search the entire room, but it seemed like hours to me. We stood at attention the whole time, waiting for them to finish."Find anything Paul?" I recognized Colonel Travers' voice from the hallway."No sir. We're finished here. You can reassemble your lockers and your bunks now," Mr. Krown said as he left the room, followed.