Rough male hands painfully gripped my hair, forcing me upright into a kneeling position, facing a large and erect penis pointing ominously towards me....The man's tone was rough, demanding, just like his steely grip upon me. “Ready for your desert, slut?” Immediately I nodded, the 'question' bypassing most of my brain, driven forward by my complete surrender to my three rulers for the night. Even if it hadn't jumped the queue, the thought of pleasuring Kathy's friend, of being assertively taken. 'I can't believe I said that. I hope the rest of the English aren't like you or I'll spend my whole time there on my back.''Or your knees. Where's the car?'At her flat she showered, and I pottered in the kitchen. I found chicken thighs and vegetables and yoghurt and fruit, and when she emerged I was in the middle of the creative process. She sniffed appreciatively.'What's it going to be?''Not sure yet. I put wine in the fridge.' She blew me a kiss.'What's this? Fruit and yoghurt goop?''Dessert.. The shirt came off, revealing a muscled chest and abs under a white athletic tee. I could see the patches of hair across his pecs that formed a distinct river down to a treasure trail below his navel. He had my complete attention and he knew used it to full advantage. “I did some investigating….”, Curtis started saying. “…about what guys who like men in uniforms want. I found out what they love most is providing sexual services. If you tell them to suck your dick….”, Curtis shed his undershirt. ”Tammy turned on to her side and sat up. She silently took off the soft fuzzy sweater, leaving on her white lace brassiere. “This too?” she asked, looking down at her bra.“It’s up to you,” I replied.Tammy turned and silently resumed her prone position, laying on her stomach. As she did, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. I repositioned myself, straddling her, sitting on the back of her thighsI gently worked my hands up and down on Tammy’s back as she hummed her approval. I.