They knew it would be a little while before Steve had the new arrivals in chains and collected his gratuity. Five minutes later the door opened and he...led his captive cargo blinking into the bright daylight.The lead girl had long straightened hair that reached her shoulders. She was quite shapely with dark skin and small breasts. She appeared to be in her mid twenties.Behind her was another pretty slave girl but somewhat older. She had a medium complexion and slightly smaller than average,. ..PLEASE TELL ME IF IT IS BETTER THAN THE FIRST?I was a bit disappointed but then she pulled my foreskin back and the main shot came out ...AND TO MY HORROR IT SHOT IN THE AIR AND LANDED IN MY WIFES JET BLACK DARK HAIR!...It was a real thick white creamy rope of cum and was just hanging in her hair The force of my shot hitting my wifes hair must have woke my wife and she immediately touched the back of her head and cupped my cum in her hand, and realising what it was turned round with my web of. Then there was another letter in a mag, clearly now I see, aimed at the ladies, about a gay being turned gay after an encounter in a toilet with another man which I read and reread getting very hard to. I didnot see myself as gay or anything but it resonated with me.There used to be a launderette opposite the hall of residence in Hove, Holland House we all used. One day on top of a washing machine was a pair of girls white tie panties, I put my washing over them and took them. Could not wait. “I’ve never dated a cheerleader,” Vegas replied. It was only a short walk to the enlisted club. I was surprised to find out Vegas had a car. He offered to drive us to the club.At the club, we found some of the other platoon members. I was the only girl in the group, which didn’t bother me, as I had five brothers and was used to hanging with a group of guys. Vegas bought me a beer- my first beer. It was ice cold and in a frosty glass. I quickly downed it. “Do you want another?” he asked. “Oh.