"Shit bitch, that is one tight ass" he said. He continued to push it in but I couldn't take it. "Please stop" I begged. "You just need lubing up. I'll... make you my anal whore yet" and with that he removed his cock from my ass. I had a pot of vaseline on the dresser which I used for my make up. "That'll do it" said Alex pointing to it. Leon grabbed it and smothered my asshole with the gooey lube. He rubbed some up and down his cock and again spread my cheeks. "You gonna take me now bitch" he said. “Still the Navy mentality, I see!”“Yes! Oh, also, better means there’s at least one guy who’s not too drunk to screw, and is someone I’d be willing to screw!”She rubbed a bit against me, but not outrageously so.“I guess women sailors are no different from the men!” I chuckled. “You sound very much like my officer friend, Ensign Aimee Shaughnessy who’s assigned to the USS Blue Ridge!”“Officer friend huh? Do you have enlisted friends, too?”“It’s difficult to mix and match because of the rules. So. .so I went back outside and saw the mens room, …with fingers crossed I slipped the door open and looked inside, ..no one there (or so I thought) the stall on the left was free so I slipped in to it, …opened my paints and pulled them down and my panties, I sat down and let the river of warm pee flow, ..i could hear something in the stall next to me and turned my head to see a hole covered with toilet paper, I moved it to one side just a bit thinking so this is what they call a glory hole….. I. But it will be low 5 figures. Low John. And don’t fucking open your mouth.” Dan looked at John for confirmation. Their eyes linked and the deal was done. It was a handshake with their eyes. Then Dan laid down the final condition. “It’s all conditional on one thing John. Our demographic. Fifteen to twenty five John, she tracks “zero” on recognition factor in fifteen to twenty-five. We need a “twenty” with a green arrow up before we start shooting principal photography. Do you understand? Deliver.