I wiggled it around for a while before sucking on it again and repeating the action. I clenched my thighs together to squeeze my balls, sending little...electrical impulses through to my cock. I told Barry to do the same. He felt it too and I saw that he was soon closing his eyes and savouring the effect of the wet movement of his finger against his frenulum.I squeezed my thighs a few times which only made my balls ache for release much quicker than they would normally do. My finger was. I told her, "I always knew he was a fucking asshole," to which she responded, "You don't know the half of it. But I really don't want to talk about him."I was sitting on the couch and without warning, she walked up to me, in her jeans and t-shirt, her boobs pressing against her t-shirt, pushing out on her skinny body. She pressed up against me, pushing me back against the couch.I looked up the stairs, and she whispered, "We'll be quiet. Why not take advantage of a good thing? You're not afraid. This continued for what seemed hours but probably no more than 5 to 10 minutes, and then she suggested the bedroom, I agreed and she walked ahead, again she could not resist the stop and tempting come hither look as she stood in the doorway.In the bedroom was the bed I knew well, and still attached to the headboard were the handcuffs, she soon lay back spread-eagled and inviting me to join her. I removed my clothes and was soon lying alongside her, tongues resuming where they left off. Relaxed. Now we had a situation that I could understand. The grunts were loyal to their immediate commander, and these officers were loyal up the chain of command.Oh, man, things were going to get complicated if we started having major battles between troops all wearing the same uniforms. We needed to have a distinctive uniform so that our troops could identify each other. In the short run, we needed something quick, so I suggested that we go back to the arm bands we had first used. Our people would.