“Captain? What are you doing here, sir?” I asked incredulously, struggling to sit up straighter.He shook his head and walked around to help me. �...Just Ambrose Devlin these days, Sergeant. I did my twenty and retired a lieutenant colonel. I am in private security now. For someone we both know, as a matter of fact,” he said with a chuckle as he sat in the chair next to my bed, his eyes twinkling. “Do you remember your lieutenant for that operation against the pirates in Sumatra? Lieutenant. Maybe it was my fault for nagging her for years to take another cock. My head was all over the place.I was hoping that she would just give him a handjob and make him come and then go home.She was smoking like a trooper, flicking the butt on the floor and lighting another with a triple pump.I wasn't surprised when she got up and sat on Grahams lap facing the wall and lowered herself down onto his cock, taking all 11 inches on her first downward thrust. I thought what a slag wife I have married.. As long as she was still in high school and living under their roof, she had little choice but to obey their rules. She WANTED to obey their rules, but things were getting out of hand today. She couldn't let them get any worse or she'd just die right there on the spot. She had to get home as quickly as possible, change out of her slutty atire, and get her recently deflowered crotch cleaned up before her parents got home."Please sir," she trembled. "Is there any other way? I-- I can't have this. At ten I almost had to carry a giggling Jillian out to the car. She didn't seem to know where she was when I pulled into the parking lot at the Castle Inn Motor Lodge and she was still giggling when I carried her from the car into room 123. I sat her down on the bed and undressed her all the while telling her how sexy she looked and how I was going to see to it that her brains were fucked out. When she was naked I pushed her back on the bed and reached under the pillow for what I had put there.