She purred softly again, her hand moving up along the inside of my thigh. I looked around remembering we were not alone. But the carriage was less tha... half full and no one appeared to be paying us any attention. Her hand was moving underneath the front of my shorts along the front between my legs, the tips of her long fingers massaging the base of my rod and balls. Jeez it was so uncomfortable - my dick wanted to be free! I returned her enthusiasm by softly rubbing my fingers between her legs,. My wrists were held outwards and I felt rope fastened to them then my armswhere dragged out and secured to the sides slats of the van, I knelt thereon my knees, crucified and helpless as a hand patted the top of my head anda patronising voice said, "There's a good girl, nothing to get upset about,you look just like that aeroplane your husbands in." I swallowed hard to stop myself from crying out, but I lost that battle asI heard, "You drive, I'll find the agents key, we'll use the second of. In any event, each month you got a new call sign that was suppose to fool the enemy. The call signs were made up of two randomly generated words, so one month you could be ‘Blue Spoon’ and the next month ‘Flaccid Member.’ Most of us avoided these weird names like the plague and used our own unit call signs. I’ve made up the call signs for this story, I don’t remember the one for the destroyer and don’t wish to reveal my own for this forum. I’ll begin just before we found the imperiled swabbies. He leans in, and slides his tongue across the front of my panties, licking softly up and down through the cloth, sending shivers down my spine. He can feel my lips and my swollen clit pushing through my panties. Pressing his tongue firmly against me. Grinding his tongue up and down. He pulls my panties to the side, exposing me to the cold air. Pushing my legs apart some more. Pointing his tongue, and pushing it up inside of me, making me gasp. He twists his tongue around inside of me, tasting.