If you are going to have sex with anyone in the file room, it’s going to be with me!’ ‘Really?’ I said. I looked at her with a surprised loo..., wondering where that was coming from. Then she immediately covered her mouth with her hands, blushed and said, ‘Oh shit! I didn’t mean to say that David, I’m so sorry, I know you are spoken for!’ I laughed at her embarrassment, ‘Sarah, I am not spoken for, Julie and I are just dating. She dates a couple of guys, so we don’t have any kind of special. Kreiker. I guessed that Sgt. Haskall had found a niche that fit him well enough to give him a happy life, and I wished him well.I found myself constantly in contact with Sally Bradford. The contact was very pleasant, especially after I had relieved some of the pressure on me with a visit to the unofficial fort bordello. This was run by the female head of the laundry and her crew of Negro women provided the stable for the brothel.Sally practically dogged my footsteps around the fort, and we. The slender girl rose up above the prone boy, her shapely legs spreading as she mounted astride his narrow hips. The photographer zoomed in as her friend guided the upthrust, curving shaft to her gapingly swollen cunt slit. She quickly snapped a picture of her open mouth as she settled down, then videotaped the salacious scene of her white-pink fleshfolds being spread and penetrated by the thick, black fuckpole."Oohhh God," the boy moaned as his throbbing cock was engulfed by the tight, hot. My senses are undefeated," Brock said to his friend between sips of his coffee, interrupting Brad's thoughts."If anyone actually tried to pull off a heist here, you'd be the first one taken hostage," Brad replied, joking."We'll see about that," Brock replied with a laugh.Their conversation was interrupted by the beeping sound on the doors to the secure area of the building. Brad glanced up at the security monitor to his left and saw a young, blonde woman around the same age as Brock in a white.