“Yes, sir. Operations called, and said to draw one for this flight,” the crew chief told him.“Are WE going somewhere dangerous?” the other War...ant Officer asked.“Don’t know, Chief. Ask the passengers,” the crew chief told him with a shrug.“Morning, Major. I’m Chief Andrews,” the senior Warrant Officer said, as he saluted. “I was told that we were going for a flight in the Shan States. That isn’t supposed to be dangerous this far from the Burmese border,” Chief Andrews stated.“I’m afraid that. I could already feel his grip as he let me gently down. My legs would be weak and I'd somehow bring him down with me and...He grabbed my shoulders to anchor me. "No."I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Not that he squeezed me hard or anything, but his intensity! His hands were calloused and strong, and he grounded me. It was all I could do to keep my fingers off his chest. His hard-on was aimed at my gut. I wanted to wrap him up in my arms, wrap his cock up inside me, but he kept me at. She suddenly felt the heat and the dust; there was always dust now that most of the crops were dead. She felt the sweat rolling down her spine, between her breasts and even down her thighs. Missy hated this part of the day. The sun was at its highest and the bugs at their hungriest. The engine stopped and she turned to face them. She slapped at a mosquito, scratched her thigh absentmindedly, and then straightened her back to meet her stepson. He was seventeen, practically a man, which meant he. Her relief was short lived as he pushed his cock back into her asshole once again. At least he couldn't slap her ass from this position. In horror she watched his hand raise again, this time to come crashing down on her right tit. It bounced from side to side with the force of the slap and she thought that she might pass out from the pain.Robert was enjoying himself immensely, he really was a cruel bastard and he knew it. Inflicting pain had always been nearly as enjoyable as fucking. He.