Hard rock was already playing on the juke box in their large bar room. It was 7 p.m. and most of the people were already there, some playing pool in t...e adjoining room. A big busty woman in leather greeted us and took Nici behind the bar to show her what to do. Yes that was another thing, she had to be their barmaid for the evening. Apart from that I hadn't been told anything of what would happen.I sat at the far end hiding in a corner and having a few drinks to steady my nerves. I loved Nici. .. I guess he liked it and wanted a third go. Unfortunately I was getting out of the military that very next week and was busy with out-processing that we never hooked up again. My cock still gets hard to his pictures and I occasionally will jerk off to the memory of fucking his ass, raw. My other story, with my platoon sergeant, he gave me a going away pounding too. The night before I left, he took me out to my troop's motorpool and fucked me in a private area in the back. Being bent over on. Our last day at work was Friday 27th September. We didn't go on the line at all; we spent the day cleaning up the caravan, saying goodbye and thank-you to everyone – especially Mavis who had spoiled us rotten with extras for our breakfasts and suppers – and sorting out our pay. We all got our P45's – the form you get in the UK when you finish a period of work with an employer, that also goes to the taxman – and the bottom figure was even better than we had expected. Okay, the deductions for. “Please come in. We’ve been expecting you.”“Excellent. My name is-““D,” She finished for me. “Of course, we’ll call you whatever you want us to call you. We have no names. They aren’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost victorian style, with bold colors muted by subtle lighting that was easy on the eyes.“I am the doorkeeper, among other things, but you may call me.