‘God! Ric sure knows how to fuck an ass... ‘She stretched her arms up past her shoulders to lean against the stage, giving Ric access to her bobbi...g breasts from behind. Annalisa whimpered as he tightly squeezed them, enjoying the sensations created by the additional pain as it shot down her torso and brought her soaring toward her next orgasm.“Like that, bitch?” Ric snarled into her ear from behind. “If I had a knife, I’d slice your little tits in half and squeeze the blood out like juicing an. ’ ‘There’s something I’d like you to do for me. No one else has ever done it to me, only you.’ ‘Oral?’ I asked. ‘How did you know?’ ‘You liked it the first time, and it’s the only thing we haven’t done this weekend, at least to orgasm.’ I pointed out. ‘Come here.’ ‘In a minute.’ And she ran to the bathroom. I heard the water running and realised she was cleaning herself. I cleared the table. Then she returned to the kitchen. After I had pulled off her pants and her knickers, I put her on the. No longer holding steady, he was pushing hard, flattening my nose, feeling me underneath him struggling to stay in position.A moments respite as he pulled back, then a little more, then all I could feel was the tip gently touching my lips. Then it began, one push and I couldn’t breathe, a moment later he was back against my lips again. This wasn’t the relentless fucking that I’d more often experienced, it was intentionally slow, with no steady rhythm and no chance to adjust and feel. Her nerves were screaming for her to do something, do anything, but she caught herself. Closed her eyes. Calmed her breathing.Leaving the Army had been ... awkward. Six months of therapy. A handful of ribbons. High praise from a bunch of senior officers about how important her service had been. The feeling of loss as she realized that whatever she did, she was no longer one of them.An airline ticket to Saint Louis and a bus ticket back to Saint Claire, Missouri.A disability check.She looked.