The way my nephew talks you are made of battlesteel and smoke.”I smiled, “So they say.”He laughed and turned to the colonel, “This is Colonel ...dward Mortros. You will be working with him.”I nodded to the colonel who was looking me over curiously. The admiral sighed, “I had hoped we would only have normal routine to break you in but it seems a rogue world has gotten brave.”I nodded, “The sergeant major told me a little sir.”He nodded, “Well, get together with Edward. Your battalion is scheduled. This morning however I was so wrapped up in my personal world of masturbation that I did not hear him knock and him thinking I was still asleep he let himself into my room.What happened next all seemed to happen in slow motion. The sight that greeted Abbu must have nearly given the poor man a heart attack. I was lying on my back with all the bed covers pushed off of me, my legs were open wide, one hand was furiously rubbing my clitoris and I had three fingers buried deep inside me.. What in hell was there for a girl to do in the woods? Poor little Linda was resigned to a week of dreary solitude, figuring that the only pleasure she would have would be finger-fucking herself, while thinking wistfully of all the cocks going to waste back in town.But her mother had been adamant and Linda had had to accompany her and now, as they walked up the trail, the girl was already starting to feel randy. Expectations of frustration had prematurely brought frustration to her loins. She. I need to do a complete inspection on everything covered by the loans before the bank can roll over all the paperwork from your dad to you.’ ‘Okay, I can see that. I have two questions: how long is this going to take and who are you?’ I said this last with a little sarcasm dripping off my tongue. I figured she should have introduced herself before she asked who I was. She laughed a little, and replied, ‘I’m sorry! I’m Dottie Dutcher. I don’t work for the bank, I have a small business of my.