I put my hand back on Bill’s prick as he moved his hand up between my legs and started rubbing my fanny. “You’re fucking soaking,” he said to ...e. “And you’re poker stiff,” I replied as I got my hand further in his pocket and stroked his shaft.“I’m going to fuck you, come on, drink your coffee, let’s go,” Bill whispered in my ear. We both got up and quickly left the cafe, once outside Bill led me up an alley, there were no shops apart from a sex shop.“In here” Bill said as he pulled me into the. I avoided the punches and blocked the kicks easily as we moved around the mat. His attack became predictable and I simply pushed him to the side when he overextended himself."And stop," Sergeant Thomas shouted. "Corporal, you overextended yourself there, didn't you?" Sorry Sergeant," the corporal replied and left the mat.The sergeant looked around while I rested."Ok, let's go way up and see how you do with one from the top five," Sergeant Thomas said. "Sergeant Ming, front and centre!" Yes. Keeping his eyes in the glass he quietly asked if we were in room 219. I looked at him with an amused smile knowing where this was going and answered yes. “I thought I recognized your friend’s voice. Sounded like you were torturing a cat when I walked by there last night.” I distinctly remember the “cat” comment as I wasn’t exactly sure how he came up with this. I was using Kendra’s back door the previous night, and she was subjected to about forty-five minutes of vigorous ass fucking. She was. It didn't help."Here," Jan said, handing over her beer. She saw tears in the corner of Bryant's eyes. He took a drink of Jan's beer and held it in his mouth."You're a wuss," Jan said, taking a drink of her beer before heading back to her wings. When she finished the wings, she turned to her fries. She took the potatoes and soaked up the rest of the hot wing sauce in the basket."Damn," Bryant said, watching and shaking his head. "You must have a cast-iron stomach." I rode around with you for.