She turned her back to me and put her hands on the counter and bent over, showing me her fine, wide ass and her pink-lined peach which looked like it ...ight be dripping, the fat lips kind of wiggling.I got my belt and zipper undone in record time and stepped up behind her hard and hot, ready for action, my woman- pleaser thick and long, rising up and pointing at the ceiling. It filled my hand and I could feel the blood surging.She looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "I've heard the girls. On further thought, Alonzo sent our mortar experts with them. That left eight of us in the drop zone to move the supplies when they arrived. Given our superior strength and agility, we should have the supplies picked up in a very short time.The supply plane arrived right on time. It was an Osprey, and I wondered if the Marines were showing off to a bunch of SEALs. There was enough flat space, so the pilot decided to land. He rotated the engines to the helicopter mode and dropped almost on the. I finally decide to see what would happen if I 'accidentally' put my arm across her chest. Her chest was beautiful, even laying down her boobs pushed upward as if she was wearing a bra...the puffy raised nipples that were evident under her T-shirt verified she wasn't wearing one. Why are her nipples hard?, started to make me think... I started to slowly put my hand under her T and feel my first tit. My heart was beating like crazy! Her response to my touch was to roll over and push her butt to. I've developed a checklist for each of the men I take to bed. A strict set of standards that have become sacred and imperative in order to maintain my self-imposed "lessons." Each partner must have the physical power to bring about the most pain, and have enough tolerance and virility to maintain long periods of terrifying foreplay before finally sating their own urges.I am not sure how or when I became a slave to sexual pain, but it's now more a drug for me than anything else. It brings about.