"I want all that hair around your cunt and arse shaved clean off before you go to bed tonight." I felt sick. When he had finished staring at me he tol... me to get down on my knees. As I knelt there before him the doorbell rang. I tried to get up and grab my clothes. "Stay where you are, cunt." he ordered as he headed to open the door. I heard voices. It was the taxi driver.The door closed and he returned. Standing in front of me, he took his clothes off. He had shaven all the hair from around. I wanted him to wait and be grateful. So it was to those wonderfulthighs I returned, running my hands across them, rubbing the oil in and all the timestaring down on his magnificent cock. I made sure the edge of my hands accidentallybrushed tenderly and carefully against the underside of his ball bag a few times. Eachtime caused the shaft pushing out his jockey shorts to twitch. I must have been playingthat game for all of ten minutes before I stopped massaging his legs.I crawled back up Jamie,. Scout came over tyo see if I was ok and I told him that I was feeling the beer and better head back to my hotel."I'm not letting you walk back alone."I knew it was easier to let him walk me back then to argue,then he'd be gone and I could cool off and soak away my thoughts in the bath.we hugged and said good bye and I thought he gave me a strange look but then he turned and left. I went in to my room and stripped as I started the bath,i ordered a 26 of whiskey from room service and pinned up my. I had enlisted as soon as I had left school and had taken to all the bullshit and aggression like a duck to water, and had made some sort of success of myself, despite my lack of formal qualifications, and had worked my way up to becoming a sergeant. Things had looked pretty rosy for me at the time, but in reality I had gone about as high as I was ever likely to go, I didn't really see myself as officer material. There was no shame in that, and a successful period in the Gulf had seen me gain a.