There also seemed to be the hint that it was not just Conn, which I had heard of before. A minute to commune with my laptop and I was frustrated again.... No Con Devlins, no Sergeant Con Devlins, no Sergeant Devlins. Or at least, no Sergeant Devlins that had to do with the U. S. Army Rangers of today.So I was on my way to Fort Benning, GA. This was turning into an Odyssey. Here was hoping the Cyclopes don't get Poseidon to waylay me now that I was close to the end.I got to go from hot and humid. There were two floggers or lashes. I was not sure of the technical term. Wound through the strap of one flogger was a string, with a piece of paper attached. It was a baggage claim ticket for a bus line. It was not what I wanted to do right then, but that’s life. We drove to the bus depot to pick up the bag, which proved the correct term. It was a large gym bag. The zipper was locked, but Christine had the key on a string around her neck. Alarm bells were sounding. I asked Jason how he felt. Urrgg!" he breathed in pleasure and pain as she dug her nail into his balls. His cock wasn't his any more. She had taken it. It existed purely for her pleasure. It was a thing in itself and its connection to him was an inconvenience. She oscillated between gently licking the tip to biting and clawing at the solid stem to once again full-mouthed soothing sucks. She knew what she was doing as the swapping between treatments would break his climb to orgasm but kept him rock hard. Soon after the. He unbuckled his belt, unhooked his pants and let them drop around his ankles. He watched as her mouth opened when he pushed down his boxers. “Do you want me sitting, like yesterday?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Yes, please,” she whispered, her eyes riveted to his erection. Once again, Ted sat in his chair and stretched out his legs toward her. His hard shaft was pointed toward her as he slowly wrapped his fingers around it and moved them up and down. He didn’t know where he came up.