But two things happened that made my military service much more enjoyable and a lot less dangerous. First, I was assigned to an obscure branch of the ...rmy known as the Army Security Agency. They chose to train me as a cryptanalyst (that means code breaker, not somebody who counts body bags as one guy in an airport asked me when I told him what my job was). That meant that I fought the war from a desk, and the greatest danger I faced were the headaches from staring at stacks of coded messages. I was unable to resist at all as some more of them, I don'tknow how many, took their turns fucking and unloading into my ruinedasshole.Some time later, I awoke alone on the filthy floor in the theater, nakedexcept for the collar, bra and rope, and a very large dildo stuck insidemy anus. My legs did not want to move, and in spite of myself I yelpedout in pain as I attempted to rise. I got my knees under me but could notwork the dildo loose from that position. Using a chair, I pulled myselfto my. I turn my head to look at her too, quirking my eyebrow as I watch his pretty wife sleeping not an arms length away... I should probably give some insight as to how this all occurred. I'm Jessi; my friend that I'm sitting atop of is Peter. We meet years ago on the internet and as our friendship grew so did the passion between the both of us.About a week ago Pete e-mailed me asking if there'd ever be a chance that we could meet. At first it seemed damn near impossible, I live in the States, he in. "Yes please I would gladly like some." As words began to leave his lips they sounded almost sepulchral for a moment before the tone averted to a warm, calming, enchanting type of sound. As we sat at my small kitchen table he sipped at his drink of coffee almost slowly drinking it letting the warmth slowly move around his body. We sat at the table for some time talking his eyes never leaving my gaze. After some time I offered him the spare room that was at the other end of the hallway to mine..