Instead he came out with an unusual response. “I want to cum on your face” He boldly pronounced. “I mean, if you'll let me....” I was shocked...that he didn't want to fuck me, but nodded. Whatever I could do to satisfy this old mans fantasy. He could see I was confused, and attempted to explain. “I just want to see your face, I want a memory to take with me. These things don't happen anymore and I have always wanted to cum on a beautiful young girls face” I liked this. The idea of this man. Get comfortable, you will be in here for at least the rest of the month!" the Captain said. As he and the Marshall started to leave, he called me to the door."Be careful, Jones; I didn't want to tell her and get her scared, but these people are not going to take this lightly. Lock this door and don't open it with checking to see who is on the other side first. Don't let anyone in here except for me or without my telling you who should be coming. If you have any kind of problems, call me and I. My parents were proud of my accomplishments. They displayed my awards, citations, and medals to all their friends, and to my old gang.After re-enlisting, I was given even more men to lead, and have killed. Part of the old platoon re-enlisted to stay with me, even though they could go home to friends and family. I was a father figure, that was sometimes younger, than the son. In times of trouble, I would do my best to work things out with their family, or the ever present military.In one. When I courted her she seemed so demure. She is a daughter of one of my father’s oldest friends and we had known each other since we were children. Although I’m a younger son with a minor title of nobility I own my country seat and London house and have a sufficient income to support a wife and family. When I sought her father’s consent to court her he approved of my suit. She had seemed less enthusiastic but I had hoped she could grow to love me as much as I loved her. I valued her independent.