"Thank you for this lesson, Master Bri." He stood and we shook hands. He led me to the showers with our attendants carrying our clothes. As we lathere... up in the shower he finally spoke again. "Do you understand why I had to test you?" he asked."Sir, you train the finest fighting force in the world. You would be derelict in your duty if you didn't ascertain their training was the best." You might be a smartass kid, but you are a fine master. I'll be interested to see what Anderson does with. Especially you, Miri,’ she kissed the top of her head, ‘He’s as fascinated with you, as you are with him.’ ‘What do you mean? He seems to like you more than me, me he just laces into whenever the mood strikes him.’ ‘He likes me,’ Sam admitted. ‘I think. At least as much as he can ‘like’ anyone, especially a woman, or had you not noticed that all his so-called ‘friends’ are of the male persuasion? ‘It had not escaped my notice.’ ‘But you, wow, I’ve seen the way he looks at you,’ Sam struggled. There wasn't much showering with others after boot camp, but barracks life had ways of making up for it. Like when the boys got drunk and bet on the biggest dick. We'd whip our soft dicks out and try to measure, but ultimately one of us would claim only a hard cock could be measured fairly and start jacking-off. I couldn't speak for the others, but this always took me back to my living room so long ago and now my cock wanted to join in to and before I knew it I'd be jacking-off too, and it. Conscious of what still lay ahead during his visit Tyrone began to drive his cock in and out faster and faster. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and the tightening of her opening, making it almost impossible for him to withdraw even if he wanted to. Her body was responding as nature intended; breeding was instinctive and, unsaid, this female was egging him on to breed her; to give her that dose of potent black seed which would hopefully combine with her precious egg. Looking over he noted.