He licked me several times and then padded away as I lay collapsed on the couch. I had forgotten Greg while being serviced by his dog. I felt his hand... on my hips and he drove his cock into my punished sex. “No Greg. Stop” I yelled but then “yes Greg do it”. While tied to Brute he had taken off his pants and had waited for his opportunity to have his turn. “Your pussy is so wet baby” he muttered “I love how it feels”. I found myself again pushing back as he trust into me. My pussy had been. It was slower but a lot less risky than the air routes.Honey could sense that the older male resistance fighters were not pleased with the fact she was so young and so attractive but they were overjoyed with the logistical support her agency would provide to insure they remained a thorn in the sides of the German occupations forces in the area.Jean told her he had been a survivor of Verdun in the "First War" and that his two sons had been lucky enough to be evacuated with elements of the Free. Dayna and Sandy had come down sick with a severe food poisoning, and nearly died from it. While they were recovering, Sandy's mother put a lot of pressure on her and goaded her into marrying the son of her best friend, which effectively split up the act. Dayna wasn't healthy enough to get on the road by herself and had some dates that absolutely had to be played if she planned on keeping her career. She could do it with offstage help, so Emily had organized a series of Bradford '88s to be. I told the AI to initiate contact and soon I was looking through the communications view screen into the control room of the heavy cruiser."Captain Connor?" A serious looking young man asked."Yes? How may I help you?" I asked curiously."Please stand by for the Captain," he said and my view screen shifted."By the beard of the prophet! It is you!" said a man in a Peoples' uniform and tightly trimmed beard.It took a moment, but then I remembered him! We had met a number of years ago when I was a.