She flicked against the underside of my glans, causing my cock to pulsate and throb. Her tongue would occasionally slide up and down the shaft. Her ha...ds caressed my thighs, teasing me, arousing my sensations into overdrive.It was at this point I heard a slight noise from the hallway outside."Fuck... someone's coming!" I said to her.Sam stopped, as she heard them too. It was like a soft coughing, a clear of one's throat which grew louder as they approached. It was Mr. Thompson, Sam's father. If. I went to my company and they did not have individual quarters. The sergeant major looked at Anh and gave me directions to the airfield. To one side was several rows of stacked cargo pods that had been converted to living quarters. They were for married soldiers and their wife or wives.I met the old sergeant major in charge and he assigned us a pod on the second level of row four. There were six rows and each had four levels. Each level had one hundred pods and some were even linked together.. Most hams are male and women were always appreciated on the air and treated courteously."I looked at the time. We had two clocks, one set to local time and the other set to Zulu or UTC time. I noted that it was time for Juan and told Linda to tune to 14.300 MHz and call for him."This is Linda in Salt Lake City, Utah, calling Juan in Madrid. Utah calling Juan in Madrid. Over." She looked up and said, "Did I do all right?" Yes, very all right?" Right then, a startled voice came on."This is Juan. To whom do I complain?" About the noise?" No! Not the noise." Well, to me, I guess. What is it about?" It is about your fellow thugs, Sir. What is your name then?" Thugs? I am Robert Woods. Rob." Yes Mr Woods. Thugs. I am Elizabeth White..." Uhhh... yes?" ... headmistress of St Lucia's..." Oh, the White Witch?" ... for young ladies. How dare you!" Sorry Ma'am. It slipped out. I expected someone much older. Frumpy." In your social circle, does this qualify as flattery?" What? No, no. Look, what.