She sobbed quietly as she bobbed her head up and down the two inches or so she could manage in this position."There you go, that's a good slave." I en...ouraged. "Keep it up! Use your tongue too!"She started sliding her tongue across the underside of my cock as she continued to glide her mouth up and down the head."Look at me!" I demanded. She looked up at me and blinked a few times to clear the tears from her eyes."See? Old, wrinkly cock doesn't taste any different than young cock, now does it?". A quick hand-to-hand combat skirmish with Cpl. Johnson ended with the corporal sprawled out on the floor acting like he was knocked out and the prisoner searching the pockets of each of the knocked out guards in the hall outside the security area of the lab.Buck pulled the wallets, keys and any cash from each guard. The exact inventory was recorded in the interrogations after the escape. Buck rumbled down the hall and out the faux exit like the prisoner had done at the end of the security. .the gang looked at me and I said I tell no tales and asked what she was here for?? They said she was a stripper and I showed her to the extra bedroom for her to change if needed. I showed her the stereo and she got out some cassette's (this was pre CD era) and started some songs she liked. I had my camcorder handy and she asked that I not use it..I said Ok and kept it low..she was downing tequila shots and commenced to get naked and within the hour was taking guys to the bedroom. She fucked. Which is fortunate since I was standing in the middle of it, ranting about Americans, omitting the fact I'm from Ohio. From the corner of my eye, I detected a short, attractive brunette waving a well-endowed cucumber around as if she was conducting Wagner, the Vegan years. Luckily I don't demand intelligence for a sexual tryst since she was asking the proprietor what size batteries the cucumber used. Being helpful to a flaw, I edged next to her meaning to elbow her in the ribs for.