You grab a form, a pen and a clipboard and sit down in one of the chairs to fill out the form.It all seems to be pretty run of the mill stuff except f...or the question about how you feel about wearing spandex. It doesn't take long before you are finished and you quietly get back up and deposit the form in the mailslot, peeking through to see it land in a large in-box. As soon as you close the slot, the secretary gets up from her seat, and disappears in the direction of the slot. You are left. "Where to" I queried "the quarters" he replied. So off we went to the single person's quarters for the local station in total silence I pulled up at the entrance to drop him off and was about to leave when he sounding quiet puzzled asked me as of to why I was leaving. Obviously something had been missed either in his drunken state or when I had been day dreaming. So I parked and followed him inside, the place was like a dorm a lot different to what I had imaginedWhen we got to the dining room. She was wearing a single piece nightie that has buttons in the front from top to bottom. I shook her face to check one last time but she was sleeping. So I started unbuttoning her nightie. When I was at the 4th button I felt her boobs and found that she was not wearing a bra. What a lucky man I was. So I unbuttoned completely and found she was completely naked below the nightie. I never know this as I had never been interested in her till today. I sucked on the nipples and made them hard and. That’s why we worried. It wasn’t all about the sex. It was that feeling. Of being beautiful. Of being loved.Blanket told us about the last time Daddy had taken him. It had out behind the tents. Daddy had him down on his knees, sucking his cock. His pubes had smelled like diesel. He’d held him down with one hand, simply using his mouth while he called him dick sucking sissy and nancy-boy and cock whore. When he’d come, it seemed never-ending, like he’d pumped a gallon of jizz down his throat.