Didn’t care to the point that she started to used the leash as leverage. Every thrust in it would tighten to the point where he couldn’t breath; w...th every withdrawal it would loosen just enough to suck in a quick breath before it was tight and she was deep inside again.And he couldn’t help it. The abuse to his ass was turning into something great. He was moaning and gyrating his hips, encouraging her silently to fuck his ass harder and faster. His noises became more desperate. His cock hard. She rolled on her back to offer him her other breast which he enthusiastically besieged. She moaned and felt her pussy jump and moisten. His lips left her sensitive nipple in pursuit of her lips to exchange more passionate kisses. Meanwhile, his hand slid to her belly, but didn’t stop there, invading the forest of her furry bush. Instinctively, she spread her legs to give him free passage to her heated pussy.Mason probed her slit with his hand feeling her musky wetness, the inner folds, and the. Withanxious anticipation he felt the wave wash over his nipples. In dreadhe propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at his chest. Likethe rest of his uniform, the bodice was black with white lace trimming. It was low-cut to expose cleavage that wasn't there yet, and beneath itwas a silky piece of lingerie. Both were designed for generouslyendowed women.His nipples were rock hard now, and the hair around them had fallen outand lay beneath him like a swarm of dead flies. The skin on. You wear full dress uniform, including the sword," was the crisp reply, "And remember, if they arrest you, you go quietly."Ramrod stiff at attention, the Master Gunnery Sergeant snapped, "Yes sir, Understood, sir."And so, twenty minutes later, he walked out through the main gate resplendent in the dress uniform of the U.S. Marines: white hat, dark blue tunic with gleaming brass buttons, slightly lighter blue trousers, boots shined to the point of perfection, and a white belt with a ceremonial.