Not the other one, though. Just one. Two weeks before, I left the Corps. Unwillingly, grudgingly, silently, at my own request, but I left. I resigned.... Not in disgrace, but ‘don’t show your face around here again, Buddy’ was the implication. For about a fortnight, I toasted my discharge in a motel in Jacksonville, NC. I stayed at a terrible place, drinking more of that scotch, wishing I had a friend, finding one in the bottle. I was not suicidal. I did what we all should do when we have no one. As her middle finger dipped into my moist hungry asshole, my body jumped involuntarily.She whispered in my ear, "I bet you have had dreams of me finger fucking your ass or working a vibrator up your behind." My cock leapt at her words and there was laughter in her voice as she continued, "Do you wanna get your ass reamed, Baby, do you want me to fuck your slutty asshole?" I blushed and nodded. "Yes fuck me Mistress". I was begging Cindy to insert more and more fingers up my ass. She kept lubing. Well to me, she always was a very erotic woman as far as sex was concerned although it’s true that she was extremely conservative in routine day-to-day life. It all began in Bangalore. Malavika had just returned from work and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She looked a bit preoccupied and quiet, but I just thought she was tired that day. Soon afterwards I went to have a shower and found Malvika’s panties on the railing which was a bit unusual. She does not normally change her. She had asked my lady interest if she could help my mom with her day’s work. She did agree to it and came right away to my home. Even though I was excited at all levels to see her at my home, I pretty well understood that the time wasn’t right to take any kind of step that day to let her know of my interest in her mainly because every one were at home. However I did initate a few conversations, some very simple ones but her response to my questions were just one word replies and I seriously.