My fingers swallowed by his thick fat fingers."Paul!" I tried to yell over the music but it sounded like a franticshriek."What?" he yelled back to me ...s he cut us through the sea of clubbingmadness. I saw tall strong American's holding small, petite foreignerseverywhere I looked. It was madness."Paul, this is a gay bar!!!!" I said getting closer to him."So?" Paul, I'm not gay!"He stopped at a small square table with two chairs and pulled one outfor me and we sat down. He leaned over the table. " Al, target all opposition soldiers. Minimum force necessary for knock out blows. Then take out all visible heavy weapons. Then give me a force three bolt through their blast doors. FIRE!!!" Mike shouted.We all looked at him."Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I got carried away."We watched as the shots started dropping Marines like dominoes.The Marines returned fire of course.Their shots and shells were pleasantly futile.Shortly they were all down.Then the blast door was blasted in."Now."Thomas. Here Slave she directed me with distain, forcing my mouth over her clit. Deciding to be as good a slave to her as she had been to me, I got down to business, determined to give her the orgasm she needed to relieve her broiling hornyness, and hopeful that a good cum would take the edge off of her attitude. I sucked her clit, and immediately felt her legs begin to shake. Trying something new, I hummed softly as I sucked, vibrating her clit in my mouth. That, apparently, is the perfect thing to. A moment later, she pressed my cock’s tip into her taint and slid it back. The puckered hole I just stroked now caressed the crown of my aching shaft.She pressed down her weight on my crown. Her anal ring spread and spread. Her married asshole swallowed my cock while her docile husband watched. Mrs. Quick moaned, her breasts heaving as she bucked. She quivered, taking more and more of my dick as she sank her weight down my shaft.“That’s it, honey,” he said, just so supportive of her. “You’re.