I knew it was over and I hadn't been able to handle it.I felt the small steps being pushed underneath my feet. I managed to get myself down from the h...ook and nearly collapsed. I felt her weight under me, wrapped in a terrycloth robe. She helped me over to the bed and laid me down on my face. I sat up just a little and began to speak, but her finger covered my lips, and she motioned me to lie still. She began to rub some salve or cream into my ass and the backs of my legs where I had been so. I gasp as I awake with a start, before groaning as the memory of mywonderful dream begins to fade. My face isn't made-up- in fact, it'scompletely bare. Well, apart from the thin, wispy hairs starting togrow on my top lip, anyway. My hair is shoulder-length, but lose andstraggly. My legs aren't covered in tights, they're covered by a pairof boy's pyjamas, which have a frustratingly familiar sticky patch onthe front. And not only are my feet not encased in pointe shoes, theyhave never been. “Trump?” She nodded. “What’s wrong now? Jack tweeting again?”“I don’t know, but something set him off. He’s tweeting that the Army needs to yank your medals again,” she replied.I rolled my eyes and levered myself upright. I might be about to get court-martialed, but I should have enough time to grab a shave and a shower before the firing squad showed up. I stumbled into the bathroom and took care of business, then came back out and dressed in shorts and a sport shirt. I needed some. A perfect sign of plus; Arun did not hear Jayden start peeing; although he stood at the urinal for few seconds long. He knew that the men who come in, looking for some action; usually did not pee but only took their time there to weigh the circumstances and make the decision. His mouth was watering just thinking if Jayden would come in for a blowjob and if yes; what he might have to offer. He started to stiffen imagining the Jayden’s cock size. Arun just began seeing an imaginary film in his.