He was a 2 yr old Blue Heeler and had not been fixed. I chuckled to myself thinking he probably would have no interest at all. Looking at my fingers a...ain I heard his name called. It was I who had called him and I didn’t even realize it.He came trotting into my office all curious. I was sure he was expecting food, play or a walk. I told him to sit and he did. I was really nervous and I hadn’t done a thing. Maybe I would see if he would lick my fingers. I mean if he wasn’t. Next thing I know, she started rubbing her pussy. She leaned back, spread her legs apart, and slowly ran her finger up and down her slit. She saw me looking. "Would you like to eat it?" Really? Yeah....yeah." I leaned forward as she opened her legs further to accept me. She reached out and guided my head to her. I started carefully along the outside and worked my way between her slit. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I loved the taste...the smell...it was wonderful. I hit her clit. A lot of men might not understand it but I'm sure the women readers do. It's something you never forget even though you want to in the worst way. It was part of the reason I had a hard time touching Bob's penis, even though I did a number of times. I just couldn't give him oral sex. It hurt me because he always did it to me and I loved it.Bob also mentioned that I didn't want to travel with him. That wasn't totally false. He might have seen it that way but the truth was he wanted to get a. One afternoon I saw from a distance what looked like a young, tall, black man going into one of the rooms with no towels. He called, and I arranged to deliver the towels after my shift. I put on my BCW earrings before knocking on the door. When he opened the door, I was surprised to see an older, tall, black, lean, and battle-hardened Command Sergeant Major, who smiled from ear to ear.He said, “Damn, white britches, old Roscoe has sure hit the jackpot tonight. I sure hope you're wearing those.