) He had a thrill as he was taking the cock in his mouth and throat. He closed his eyes and he was the man in the movie. Peter felt a hand on the insi...de of his leg trying to move him a little to his left. He moved and felt a hand grab hold of his penis, now hard and hanging down. The hand stroked him a few times and then it left his penis and moved to his asshole; he felt a finger go inside and then another. His mind was going crazy, doing flip flops with the two different things going on.The. A perk granted after six months of keeping my nose clean and managing to resist telling the drill pig to go fuck himself. In the other corner was my bed, made in accordance with military regulations with perfect hospital corners and a top blanket stretched so tight you could bounce a coin off it. On top of the bed was all my clothing and equipment, right down to toothbrush and shaver. Every item cleaned, polished, blackened, creased and starched within an inch of its life. And each item placed. . Well, look it's a bit complicated to go into over the phone right now but there is nothing to worry about..." Cindy stammered."Well, your Dad was worried. He worries a lot. So, I wanted to call," she said then added laughing, "You haven't gotten married and not told us." No, I haven't." And I'm not likely to anytime soon, Cindy added silently."And you aren't leaving for Sweden to get an operation?" It was getting harder and harder to avoid lying. Cindy hated lying to anyone especially people. "Jared," I whisper-moaned as he started to rub my tits underneath my shirt, he grabbed them roughly and took my hand and placed it on his dick. Fuck. This was going too far. I couldn't do this. I pulled his hands off me and I stood up. I mumbled sorry and went back inside to bus my tables. I saw Jared stalk off into the kitchen with Ryan. The rest of the night was pretty typical. I kissed ass with the people eating in hopes of getting a good tip and Ryan and Jared remained in the kitchen. I was.