John didn't answer, too wrapped up in his new distraction. On the flash drive, he found twelve folders, each named for a month of the year. He click...d into April and saw several pictures and a video file. Still looking puzzled, he clicked on a picture and saw the image of his wife, lying on her back naked, on a bed he did not recognize. He could tell by its color, that the cock inside her was not his.As she showered, Aileen thought about what her husband was doing right now. Was he angry. So we will waste notime in getting you to training camp. If you'll follow me, we'll get you intoa transport headed for the nearest base." She smile as she looked at theirforms.When they arrived at the nearest training camp, in Seattle, Sgt. Sandersonlead the five men toward a briefing room. In the back of the room was a tallgray haired Colonel. "Welcome to the U.S. Army training camp. All of you havevolunteered for training in our Special Op.s division. We will begin as soonas the doors are. Danny grabbed his other arm at a pressure point and said, “I don’t know what it is with me and football players; but this nonsense of introducing yourself by trying to hit me, has got to come to an end.”Chuck blinked his eyes. His right arm was hanging limply and he couldn’t extract his left arm from Danny’s grip. If he wasn’t hurting so much, he’d be worried.“Let’s go to the library. Mrs. Holmsteader will write a note excusing you from class.”Chuck was afraid to move, thinking that his legs. He tried to pull away, but I was having none of it. I held him tight, and carefully ran my other hand across his length. He struggled slightly, but as he felt my hand stroke him, he stopped and his hand flexed in mine. He let out a low moan. “Ashley-” “Shh.” I was ready then, and was sure he was too. Throwing off the blanket, I shrugged out of my shirt, and swung a leg over him, straddling him. His eyes were wide, but I wrapped my arms around his head, and could feel his raging cock poking up.