"Some of you will be questioned by the State Police. At 1800 hours we will have a memorial service for the fallen."I was one of the first questioned. ...The questions went on and on and on. No, I didn't know what happened—I was gone most of the day and the entire night. The police investigator asked me a lot of questions because, aside from Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders, I knew more about those dead boys than anybody else at Mackie. I had missed breakfast. At lunch, the investigator gobbled. Now coming to the story,i thought my 2nd story would be about my 2nd client but this story about one of the iss reader whom I fucked is more sexual and hence I decided to post this first.Okay so after posting my first story I received many mails from female readers.This is the story of 1 such reader. She mailed me about how she liked my story and she would like to talk to me. Our conversation began and as expected it turned sexual with she asking me if she can avail my services. Without wasting. I want you to step down on the bulge in my pants and feel how hard I get just playing with your feet. I whip my dripping cock out, dizzy with desire. I sit down and let you step on my dick with your warm, soft feet, pressing it hard against the cold floor. You put your weight on my aroused dick for an aching moment and then let go, over and over again. I am ready to burst. I want to take my time and suck on each of your toes, tasting a little of my own pre-cum, getting them wet. I run my hard. ’ Vinita moved towards her son slowly. ‘You’re my son and I love you; we can’t let this scene fester between us.’‘Mum,’ Raj murmured and his eyes dropped. He gazed down at the carpet blindly and squeezed his eyes shut wishing that he could turn back the clock, that it could be yesterday all over again. ‘I’m so embarrassed,’ he managed to whisper, the memory causing his face to redden with the renewed flush of humiliation.‘Well, so am I,’ Vinita managed to laugh. ‘You caught me out too,.