I'm sorry for insulting you and your guest like this. I'm grateful for your reprimand, I deserve much worse." Martha then turned to Mary, bowed and ki...sed her shoes. " Madam Andrews, I'm so sorry insulting. I'm begging you to please physically reprimand me, I truly deserve the pain." At Victoria's suggestion, Mary kicked Martha in the cunt. Martha thanked her. Martha got on with serving the two women as they spoke and gleefully pinched her body, nipples and twat. Mary commented on how. Since there were only three buttons on my jacket I was out of it in seconds, but I got frustrated with his shirt and ended up ripping it open, scattering buttons everywhere. My skirt slithered to the floor, his hands came back up to unclasp my bra, freeing me for him to touch without barriers. His hands slid across my flanks before they cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushed over my nipples making them harder then they already were. I lowered my arms and let the lace bra fall to the floor. "Do you like it?" I asked."Yes, it's beautiful," he said as he moved closer.I blushed and lifted my skirt higher."Can I touch it?" Rick asked polity."Yes," I answered as I got up on the table.Rick pulled a chair up closer and sat down and was eye-level to my cock. He reached over and tentatively touched it like he thought it might bite him. Rick took it in his had and slowly stroked my cock up and down. I moaned, and that seemed to spur him on, and he began to stroke faster.The pleasure in my. The problem was that the facility was defended by machine guns on mounts that let them be used as AAA. That was also an advantage to us, since it kept the machine guns out where they were easy to reach with our fire.The Eagles, all five of them, attacked the transporter facility like a swarm of avenging hornets. They made strafing pass after strafing pass until that section of the camp was obliterated. We did suffer one casualty—a pilot was killed by defending machine gun fire, but the wounded.