Eventually it was Charity, Mwanza's wife who had become concerned and paid the Army medics with Evelyn's own video camera to have her moved to the Arm...'s own hospital. This had probably saved Evelyn's life; and, coincidentally, cost her husband's life.What he had done to Evelyn was revealed when an Army surgeon examined her. Being unconscious, Evelyn could not explain that she had asked for the operation, and nobody could believe that anyone would submit to such brutal treatment; so it was. Tim managed to get a good hold of Mark’s cock this time and began tugging furiously. Determined to make his opponent come first and suffer the punishment. Mark fought the forced wanking as best he could, try to squirm out and look away.But there was no hope. His resistance began to tire the more Tim stroked his fine young cock. With each stroke he found himself more and more aroused until it was too late. His cock was now fully erect and he knew it was only a matter of time. “Do. ” I watched him pour me a double of Jack and coke. While I was hoping that he didn’t slip me a roofy I did crave something to drink.“Thank you.” I sniffed it.“It’s not drugged. It’s late. You can stay the night if you wish and be on your way in the morning. You might not be able to find your car until then anyways.” He had a point.“Fuck!”“Maybe tomorrow. I’m not that kind of guy.”I blushed a little at that one and for good reason. I didn’t even take a drink yet and I was already swearing like a. In that time, Melissa and I had begun dating. When her boyfriend broke up with her the week before her senior prom, she had asked me as a friend to fill in and I had jumped at the chance. We went out a few times after that and found we really enjoyed being with one another. Melissa had made a remark once that it wasn't fair that women could wear pants or skirts, while men could only wear pants. As a cross dresser, I'd been secretly thrilled to hear her express such an opinion. I was already.