I put my plan to Chas, he wasn’t to keen at first, wondering how they may react, but being the west end, there are always lots of police around in c...ase of trouble.We walked about a little around leister square and Charing Cross road, till I spied a guy in a sleeping bag in a shop doorway, just in a small turning off Trafalgar square, we approached the guy, who had a long straggly beard, and was rather unkempt, we started talking to him, first we offered him a tenner so he could get himself. She had only begun shaving herself between her legs whilst at training as some of the other girls said it made hygiene whilst out in the field easier and she was feeling particularly exposed. She snapped to attention and shouted "Drill Sergeant!" as she had been programmed to do. She was naked from the waist down save for some thin running socks on her feet, and whilst she knew she was supposed to keep her eyes dead forward, she looked at her Drill Sergeant and saw that he hadn't reacted at. "Somehow being called a cocksucker was the final straw needed to cross the invisible line that was between fantasy and reality. Reading stories on Literotica, the word cocksucker had always gotten me hard, although I couldn't explain it. Yet now, the name-calling directed at me, something I had fantasied about but never imagined actually happening to me (except for Mary's name calling last week), brought me full circle. I moved closer, my hands trembling, as I tugged down Mia's pantyhose to her. After some time I asked her to bring a book she had in her bedroom . Her bedroom was upstairs and she went to get it. I followed her to her bedroom. Her mother was sleeping in her bedroom on ground floor I checked if she was asleep. So I followed her she went in room looking for book.I went in room and locked the door. She turned to me and asked what are you doing? . I smiled and went close to her I grabbed her one hand my other hand was around her back and I pulled her towards me. I looked.