“Do you want to break camp?”It was more of a rhetorical question than anything else. Dunbar knew that we needed to change location if we were goin... to find the compound we were looking for. The real question was where we should move to so we could start looking again. I didn’t even have to pause to answer the question.“We’ll wait until the drone is back and on the ground,” I told him plainly. “Once it is, and the power pack is plugged in and recharging, you and I can review the flight. .” he said, the end of his sentence was lost in the closeness we were sharing. He must know I felt the same. My hands were now warmed on his body. I pulled him around to face me and the grin that had etched on my brain met me. He had beautiful full lips, the short blond red hair in his slight beard framing the soft pink skin. I leaned in to him, mesmerized by that smile. I was completely his. Our lips met awkwardly at first, the trial run that every new pair have. We molded to each other and my. He was getting bigger, and harder, so I worked furiously on him; I thought that he was about to burst. He stopped moaning for a moment and said: "Take your pants off. And turn around."So I slipped my drawers off from under my dress, and bared my arse at him. He took my cheeks in both hands and squeezed them; then he spread them slowly and eased his cock into my dripping cunt. He only let the tip in at first, to get a feel of it; he made little sawing motions. Suddenly, he rammed it in, right to. Just then a voice warned me to keep my eyes closed or I would be made to really suffer; the pillow case was pulled from my head and replaced with a blindfold; my arms were bound behind me and my hands were tied together. Next I felt my legs forced apart and I was aware of the feeling of someone staring at my shaved cunt. I cannot explain why but instead of feeling fear I felt a surge of horniness rush through my body and my cunt began to juice up.My ankles felt the tightening of the ankle.