If I had been quicker on my feet, I would have told him it was my phone and I’d go grab his from the back. But I didn’t.Instead, I just said: “R...ght. Here you go," and I handed it to him.I gave him the clipboard for his signature, and told him I looked forward to seeing him again soon.After he walked out the door I sat in the complete silence of an empty gym and tried to process what the fuck had just happened. Then I took the few personal items I kept in the desk, put them in my bag, and left,. Keflavik was a Naval Air Station by then, but they needed my career field there so that was where I would go. At least, Keflavik was an accompanied tour.At the time, there was a lot of mixing of the senior NCOs within the different services. If there was an excess in a particular specialty, and another service needed that specialty, then you would be temporarily assigned to that service, however, you would still be in your branch of the service. So I would be an Air Force member working on a US. .. a realstud... sitting on this (again, she liked me to demean myself evenfurther with blunt words) crapper... with his pants down around hisankles..." I kept stroking myself, humiliated beyond belief by bothwhat I was doing and by the things I was saying. "... his fat cock,with a thick head, and a drop of clear pre-cum on the tip, right infront of me... so I could get my nancy lips around it... and use mytongue to make him feel good..." It was so terrible that I almost gaveup and accepted. All he could do was nod as he approached me from the other side, his huge bulge making me quake with desire. I casually leaned over the back of the couch, my breasts hanging below me, guiding me, and arched my back a little. I spread my locked legs until the skirt rode up to expose my panties and waved my ass back and forth, indicating I wanted to be entered from behind. I knew the picture I was presenting was total abandonment. I heard his pants fall and felt my skirt pushed above me, exposing.