He could barely see through the dirt obscuring the only window, but guessed that there was about a half dozen girls in the camp, not counting Sister N...ncy.He tried the door but, as expected, it was firmly latched, as it had been the last time he had been incarcerated in the cage, over a year ago.He sat on the bench and waited. Every once in a while someone would look in through the window, though he couldn't tell who it had been, or even if it was the same person each time. After it got dark he. Her warm, wet lips made a trail down my abdomen, and stopped right above my pussy. She quit circling her fingers, and her lips left my skin. I ached for her touch. I opened my eyes to see what was happening, and only saw her looking up at me. Her eyes that now seemed to be a deep, emerald green, were devouring me. The look in her eyes was hunger, and I was her next meal. She slid her boxers off of me, and before removing my thong with her teeth, kissed my hips.Now, fully naked and laying in. She was able to supply them with 10 hand grenades. She reminded them that they had to light the fuse before they threw the grenade. The fuse was not completely reliable, so she could not promise anything beyond a nominal 10 seconds burn time. Therefore, they had to get rid of that damned grenade as soon as the fuse was lit—no trying to time the burn rate for a more useful explosion. It was a case of "just light the fuse and throw the grenade, preferably, as far as you can."They loaded up and. Either the Bustols did not have as many machine guns as we had assumed, or we had been unreasonably successful in destroying them in our first unaimed assault. Dammit, the incompetent bastards were playing hell with my plan by being so easy to defeat!OK, time for a radical change in plan! I radioed for the artillery and air force to join in the attack. That was welcome news to them, since they were sure that there would be nothing left for them to shoot at, and they would miss all of the.