"Idiot..."The old nun muttered behind me.I turned a corner, and was greeted by the sight of a large, beautifully decorated resort hotel carved into th...e rock.I anxiously walked up the path and through the doors, and saw a large front desk, manned by red-skinned demons with little horns and a pointy tail sticking up in the air behind their bodies."Name?"One of the pretty-looking female demon receptionists asked me."Uh, what?"I asked in confusion."I'll just put you down as 'Idiot'."She sighed. And when I felt that she was relaxing.Then I put my lips on her lips and inserted the whole of my cock inside her pussy. She scratched my back so badly, and I could feel the pain. I didn’t move once I had inserted it inside her.I just wanted her pussy to acclimatize to my cock inside her and started sucking her nipples. Her tears were coming. She had put the blanket on her mouth so that her scream didn’t come out.I was just laying on her with her legs on my shoulders and not moving. I laid on. Which was now in it’s tenth printing.I told him I had some ideas, but it would likely be months before I actually sat down to write anything. But that I would do what I could when I had some time off. We chatted a bit longer, and I promised I would call him before I had to return to training.I then called Kim, and I talked with her and her parents for about a half hour, Linda on the other line. They all said they were proud of me, and wished they could have gone to my graduation. I told them it. But it was 1932 and he had a thriving business going. In another six years, recognizing that eventually the country was going to war, the Provost Marshal General decided that an extensive inventory of Army property needed to be done.In the general way of Army protocol, local Provost Marshals were normally allowed to police their own ... the wolf guarding the sheep, so to speak. The General realized corruption started at the top and wormed it's way to the bottom. CID Agents, independent of local.