He didnt add me or call me though. A week later and my friend and I were back. Tyler didnt hesitate. He said he wanted to talk to me about joining the... activities troop, to go run fundraisers and stuff. I said I would. He took me to the Leaders place and immediately shut the door and locked it behind him. He smirked. Wish granted. He tore my clothes off so fast he tore my shirt right down the middle. Oh well. And Tyler chucked it on the floor. His shirt and pants were off in a matter of seconds. There was no label to say what was on the film and it was too dark in the loft to see what was in any of the frames when I unrolled a few inches. Putting the film in my pocket I finished searching, without any joy, for my book; as I left the loft I took with me the old cine-projector so that I could satisfy my curiosity about the contents of the film. Slipping into my room I closed the door and quickly set up the projector beside my bed so that it pointed at a patch of wall, it was the work of. "Coach, why don't you go ahead and let the slut show you what a talented cock sucker she is. Tiffany, suck Coaches cock, like you've been taught!" "yes sir" the slut said and opened her mouth. While Tiffany swallows Coaches massive cock, Mr Hart, sticks four fingers into Tiffany's pussy and rubs her clit with his thumb. With her first moan, Mr Hart finger fucks her harder. As soon as pussy juice starts to run down his hand, he stops. "You are one naughty slut Tiffany, Coach, her fucking cunt. Army’s armed incursion into Nicaragua, led by the crazed Captain Buckman. By the end of the story, I was wondering if Martin Sheen was now heading upstream to kill Colonel Kurtz, or in this case, me.I spent the rest of the trip back wondering about just how much the Times had gotten, and who had given it to them. This story had been buried for almost 19 years. I had rarely pushed the Bronze Star, and never, ever, publicly told how I had earned it. I simply fell back on the Top-Secret aspect and.