I sigh. I’ll just walk for a while. Moved to the walking machine beside hers, turned on my IPod, and started the machine while enjoying some music a...d de-stressing. About five minutes and two songs later, I was asking myself if she is or not Latin? Where does she come from? What languages does she speak? (To work for David she must be, at least, be bilingual) Her body shows Latins features but where is she from? I start looking over my playlist and find a Latin singer, a smirk in my face and. His mammoth bulge pulsed against her ass-cheeks. One of his huge hands slid up her belly and squeezed both of her plump tits harshly. Sheila moaned, partly in pain, partly in feverish excitement. God, how she loathed this animal! But already that jellylike feeling of weakness consumed her soft curves from head to toe."I--I don't have much time," Sheila said tremulously. "If we're going to get started, let's start." Can't wait for it, huh? How do you want it, cunt? In that gorgeous mouth of. The autonomic systemshad taken over again, and my mind coasted as I picked a pretty pink tanktop and tight, short jean shorts which left little to the imagination. Islipped on a pair of sandals with a small heel, making a mental note totouch up the polish on my toenails. I selected a nice pair of gold loopsfor my ears and a darling necklace with a small sapphire in the center.It wasn't until I slipped a dainty gold watch on my left wrist that Irealized that I had been under the spell once. As if it was a fact, he said, “You don’t like that.”“Not really,” replied the private surprised that Oscar had picked up on that.“So what do you like to be called?”Private Whitman answered, “Jim.”Oscar looked at the private and stated, “Okay Jim. Call me Oscar.”“Yes Sir.”Tired of being addressed so formally by everyone, Oscar looked at the private and replied, “Oscar!”“Yes, Oscar,” replied Jim as he started to relax in light of the informal manner of the man.Oscar walked along for a moment.