We laughed when she sarcastically talked about her rough treatment at our hands. This went on for half an hour, so she finally brought it up.“You bo...th are thinking about double penetrating me, right? I can see it in your eyes.” My friend and I exchanged a look. “Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t want to fuck your ass,” I said bluntly.She looked at me for a bit and finally said, “Well, I thought about it. I realised I was overthinking it. I’m already a slut tonight. I might as well go all-in.” Her. I opened my eyes to find that her hands were inside my now open nightie,her fingers teasing my unwanted, ludicrously enlarged nipples which werealready crazily erect. I felt like I have never felt before her touchwas making me want to push my chest out against her hands, the sensationreaching down deep into my tummy. It was an arousal like no other as ifher touch was a conduit through my body right down to my sex. However asI slid my hand down to touch myself to bring myself some relief, I. I had a need to piss so I pulled of the A35 into the service area and entered the toilet. There was a long trough urinal and three cubicle, the sweet smell of male piss filled the air. The centre cubicle was occupied but otherwise it was empty, I started to piss at the urinal when I heard a noise behind me I turned to see a camera disappear from under the door of the centre cubicle. I stopped my flow and entered the cubicle furthest away from the entrance and was delighted to see a good sized. During my basic training, I got my second broken nose. In our hand to hand combat training, I just couldn’t believe that Sergeant Jackson could toss me around the way he did. I felt that if I could meet him off duty I could take him. There wouldn’t be any rules or any sergeants to stop a recruit if an instructor was about to get his bell rung. The reason that Jackson’s control of me in the staged fights bothered me so much was his size. I was 6 feet 3 with no slack belly and he was barely 5.