As the doors to the elevator closed he pulled her dress up and began to finger fuck her cunt and ass at the same time. He told her "You are so hot and... so turned on. You like the idea that some one may see me fucking you. I am going to undress you and take you out on the balcony and fuck you and eat you and finger you for any one to see that may just be looking. I can't wait to see you naked and feel your lips around my hard cock." The elevator stopped and he pulled her dress down and walked her. Two or maybe three times a year we would attend a regimental function. We were very good at socialising and saying the right things at the right time. I missed the Regiment so much. It was my life.I was unemployed for the first time and bored silly. I just didn't know what to do. I would have found it very difficult indeed to take a job and being told what to do probably by some kid or even a young female. I was a senior officer and I saw action in five conflicts.The time dragged on. The worst. . four hundred sixty-five thousand, and ten years after that? ... a buck and a quarter shy of a million.By 1930? ... one and a half million ... they built cars. Predominately poor southern white trash making so much money ... they bought yards full of pink flamingoes and called it class. Detroit had more country and western playing bands than Nashville ... and the bars to play it in. And it was bright lights, big city ... why, son ... this here's the biggest hick town in these here United. I was one of the few people who supported him in both changes. Unlike the others I felt that if something made him happy, it was none of my fucking business what did.I got to the office a half hour before our agreed time. I used the extra few minutes to make some coffee the way I had learned on the road. First I boiled water in the electric tea kettle, then I pured it into a second pot of coffee grounds and let them sit for fifteen minutes. At the end to that time I strained the coffee back.