Eight years earlier, his wife, Marie, had died giving birth to their only child: a boy that he named Christian. Her parents, never approving of Buck f...r their daughter, refused to acknowledge their existence. Two years later, they were killed in a plane crash, never having met their grandson. During his training for this mission, his parents were taking care of his son. Then came the call. They were on their way to pick him up from school when his father had a heart attack and lost control of. The bullet went over my head, and I let out a sigh of relief as I watched the van race away.I turned back and found Yuri and Roc hovering over Phil. I saw blood and my gut instantly tightened. ‘God, please let him be okay’ was the little prayer I thought as I rushed to see what was wrong. His knees, elbows and forehead all had road rash where he’d slid across the concrete.“I thought you’d been shot,” I blurted.“Something worse happened. You knocked me down,” Phil complained.“We can talk about. Spurt after spurt from his twitching, jerking, swollen cock head jammed deep inside me, jammed against the top of my vagina. My second orgasm was right there … right at the peak and it would take only a few more thrusts … he pulled out. I gasped and moaned in frustration. I body sagged completely onto the sofa back. I felt so empty and … robbed. My pussy was empty, gaping, needing. I could feel the muscles flexing around nothing … empty.Then, he barked. “Clean.”He pulled me from the sofa, spun. “Good Miss Sandeman ... Good effort.” I was feeling very pleased, maybe he would go lenient on me this time, he did say he just wanted to have a look at me in my number 1 uniform.“Thank you Sir.”He walks around behind me again and bends down, feeling my legs, “And those stockings look great on your legs Sandeman, they look just perfect, maybe they should become the new standard issue, you really do look very smart in your uniform.”“Thank you Sir.”He runs his hands up my legs, under my skirt, up.