Each morning Captain Angel inspects her troopers with the help of her young lover, they walk up and down the lines of soldiers making sure they are we...ring their uniforms correctly. The troopers riding tights must be like a second skin, the soldiers, preferably erect penis, must be pointing up and the seam of the tights must separate the troopers testicles and should beautifully define the soldiers buttocks, any trooper found not to be properly dressed has the humiliation of being re dressed by. I wasn’t responsible for providing any administrative support to the guys as I worked exclusively for my boss but when he was on travel I’d volunteer to do things such as make photocopies, type and obtain supplies for them. They never took advantage of me as they knew I was doing them a favor. Also, my boss overheard me telling one of the engineers that I would have his typing for him after lunch and my boss asked why I was typing for him. I said “I’m just doing him a favor.” My boss replied to. The first spurt landed on my face and then I pointed his cock to my tits and continued to stroke it. He was shooting so much cum I could not believe it and it was running down my breasts and to my belly. When he finally finished, I took my fingers and wiped his cum from my face and licked it off my fingers and he was spent, still recovering from his orgasm, his still erect but dwindling manhood twitching involuntarily. I could smell the distinct musky odour of his cum. I have never seen so. Inside here is also my birth certificate. I am, as you can see, Princess Alania, daughter of Sultan Fadjlan ibn Ahmed.’ Julian blinked in surprise. Wedding certificate? He had never seen such a thing. The Captain studied the documents closely and then returned them to Alania. ‘Thank you, my lady. I know who you are, Sir Alexander, and I apologize for the inconvenience to both of you. Allow me to congratulate you on your wedding. I did not know you had married?’ Somewhat sheepishly, Julian.