“I bet that felt better than any time you have done it, right?” she said and I had to agree with her.She reached down and grabbed my underwear and...began wiping me off. “You have more underwear and socks with stains in them than I can count. I am sure these have been used for this before so I may as well do it again.” She wiped me about as good as she could and then put some more lubricant in her hand and began rubbing my dick with it again. My dick, which had barely began to drop, sprang to. Sex is a game, an act of physical pleasure and it means nothing to girls who walk through school gates, bodies full of sex hormones and just trying to relieve their horniness up against corners, vibrating machines, a mans cock, or a pets interest in your ovulating pussy, aniseed or peanut and honey inside your fleshy canal, can lead to hours of non stop licking as you finger your clitoris, now you can begin to see why girls are made for multiple sex partners, we can orgasm non stop multiple. I was shown in and told by a good looking female clerk to have a seat. She said the General would see me in a couple of minutes. I looked around sipping my coffee as she buzzed the General telling him I was in her office. I didn't hear his answer but from her frown it didn't look like he was in a good mood. I was almost ready to ask her why I was here when she told me to go in, pointing at the other door. I got up, dropped my empty cup in the trash and went in. When I closed the door behind me. I whispered in his ear. I encouraged him to show restraint: “Oh Stephen, I do hope you aren’t going to be a naughty little boy. I do hope you’re not going to make a mess in your pants.” It seems that my words fell on deaf ears and that the rapid movement of my fingers up and down his pulsing shaft as I attempted to push his surging cum back into the safe haven of his balls were of no avail; for as they slid with increasing frenzy up and down his length I felt him start to shake uncontrollably.