She watched, her heart pounding in her ears, every surge reaching her clitoris, pushing slimy sex out into her clothes and silky folds of pink skin, a...s the doctor raised that tiny white handkerchief. Her breath stopped, her vagina flooded, she almost buckled at the knees but for the support of the still oblivious McCreedy, as both men leveled their pistols. Time stood still, another lifetime past, Marie could wait no longer as it felt like she had to relieve some massive pressure within her. A. I don’t know which it is. Maybe I should change into more appropriate clothes and we can see what you have to prove.”She looked around the group of recruits as if she just thought of a very clever alternative. “No … just like that. The instructors are always stressing that we have to be prepared regardless of the situation or condition we find ourselves in. You might as well learn that lesson right away.”I shrugged. It seemed grossly unfair for her to be in workout clothes while I was in high. Everyone was having fun. Various cluster fucks had been arranged with a half-dozen or so girls lying back with their pussies exposed, as the guys rotated past them spending a minute or two pumping their cocks in and out of the wide variety of cunts. I got a visible bulge in my blue jeans as the past scenes played against the screen of my mind.I closed my eyes and visualized the event again. Heather, a girlfriend of Mark the ex-Army guy I was visiting, had been my escort to the ball and the. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I wonder.Call me slow, but it’s not until I’m face to face with the man that I realise. The face is somewhat older than the one that’s stared down at me so often from the wedding photo on the shelf in the living room, but I recognize it easily enough. Why have I not connected the face in that photo with the face I’ve seen in company brochures? Probably because it looks so fucking ordinary. I’ve been in one of the company bigwigs’ house at every possible.