The two quickly dressed and exited the sergeant's sleeping quarters. As the private waved goodbye, the sergeant picked up the field radio's handset an... said, "Go for Sergeant Rockwell."The distinctive 'whirlybird' sound of a helicopter's whirling blades could be heard loud and clear in the background as Colonel Ross Blake's gruff, no-nonsense voice spoke, "Rock, I'm bringing in a couple of people with me on the chopper. One is your new shavetail and the other is the Rep we've been hearing the. I knew realistically our relationship would never be the same, as I had convinced her to do this, as at first she was ready to break up with me for even suggesting it.I saw the cum which was coating his cock, every time he left her depths, a white sheen which smeared her folds, and painted them white.As such was happening , around her numerous men were sat stroking there cocks, and with a grin, one strode forward, and poked her rose red cheek with his cock.As I witness him slapping her. Geoff gave a little chuckle. “As a personal assistant she’s very obliging. Will gladly spread her legs, and is expert at handling big cocks.”Was this part of her subconscious? Jeanette wondered. A subconscious desire to advertise herself as little better than a whore masquerading as a personal assistant? Surely not. In front of her the wife made new, fruitless movements, growling behind the gag. Geoff chuckled. “Her tight little pussy has to be experienced to be believed.”Jeanette was ahead of. Youdidn't get as many of those as you wanted to see and one asunambiguous as this one just added to the good feeling you got frombeing there in time to stop it rather than cleaning up the messafterward.The girl was a young. The way she was dressed she wasn't a poor girlwho worked in a shop or fast food or some other low wage abattoir. Shewas probably in college or had just graduated from the look of her.Probably an intern or even an entry level office professional with theink on her degree.