a helpless charisma

I shaved and showered in a rush. I tend to leave on the installment plan. To avoid a return to quarters to recover a forgotten item of necessity, I made a quick to-do list in my head of the personal junk I would need for three or more days in the bush: three packs of smokes? Check. Disposable lighters? Check. Weed for a week? Check (no sense running short). Eyeglasses and microfiber cleaning cloth? Check. Change of socks and underwear? Double check. I was good to go. I selected a functional wardrobe: camo cargo pants, an olive drab surplus army shirt with epaulets, and a pair of used Desert Storm combat boots wrapped up in a domination vintage M-60 government-issued field jacket. Standing fetish before the full-length mirror, I repositioned the contraband eagle feather in the hatband of my brown fedora and gulped before I burst out laughing. Trick or treat anyone? On my way to the armory, I slipped Big Tits into the kitchen. Caffeine is the genie in the java. I warmed my hands as I rubbed Aladdin's mug, BDSM inhaled a fragrant cloud of coffee steam and wished the butterflies in my gut would go back to sleep. Pre-mission jitters; I didn't want to screw-up. "Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?" Sheila nodded at the antique pendulum clock on the armory wall as the second hand clicked to the twelve o'clock position and the 1890s era timepiece chimed the hour. I smiled and said nothing as I took my place beside my teammates. Barely on time lived in the twilight zone between punctuality and tardiness. At least I wasn't late. "Team, ten-hut!" barked the First Sergeant as she snapped her heels together and stood ramrod tall and presented the Chief with the crisp salute of a veteran. I instinctively stiffened to attention as training and memory teleported me into the past. My mind was Brutal back in the Army again, and it felt like home. Almost like I had never left. "Stand easy and relax." "Say you like it." The sudden awareness was shocking and intense and resulted in another orgasmic peak crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed. She knew that things would be alright, since she (and James) had studied ahead for this year. Laura watched with intent, it wasn’t common place for her to be treated to live porn, and the two women were gorgeous in their own right, exacerbated Brutal by the fact they were her coworkers. I’d been predestined by Corruption hundreds of years before I was born. The bottom three inches of my cock were in her fist, and the top three were in her mouth! They went up a set of stairs, and John unlocked the door. It seemed like Kayleigh was more focused on her bottle of wine than my hand, to domination my BDSM joy. With that he pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed. But Kyle’s mouth hit the ground when she doffed the wrap and he saw her in this bikini. I fed you Big Tits a soporific to make you sleep. I wasn’t able to fetish do anything. Wendy faced me “That sounded like your fucking girlfriend is fucking my boyfriend.” My sister sat down on my lap facing me, she grabbed my head and pressed it between her tits. Now what?” “Oh…good, Logan.