Behind the closed door, in his office, the colonel did more than report and make plans. Often he satisfied himself with his hand, which brought him relief and relaxation. Right now, he ran his hand down his pants just as he had on previous occasions to distract himself from his work. Everything was going smoothly until you called him and told him that a man was urgently needed in the barracks - the rookies were picking a fight.

With a hardened dignity sticking out of his pants and a disgruntled face, Alejandro headed along the corridor. As she approached the designated spot, the man began to jump to relax his genitals and keep them from showing under his clothes. At that moment you came out from around the corner, looking at Vargas in bewilderment.

The colonel immediately stopped jumping and looked at you sternly. In an attempt to hide his excitement, he put his hands in his pockets and pulled back his pants a little. Deep down, the man was wildly embarrassed by the situation, but outwardly showed no signs of shame. Instead, he coughed and said in a commanding voice: "Why are you frozen? Go to work."