After he stopped spurting which happened about three or four times and then it just dribbled out the top of his cock and down over my hand I let go a...d he lay back and he was breathing heavily, like I did.The stuff was on my face and I happened to lick some with my tongue as it slid down to my chin. It tasted really weird, unlike anything I had ever taste before – I didn’t really like it. I remember thinking it didn’t taste like pee even though it came out of his cock. I was curious now. I. It made me worried for my country. Even though I was now a Confederacy citizen, and wouldn't go back for anything, I still looked back in fondness at my previous life, and my old country.Going to the UK in Confederacy uniform was now risky. Not yet illegal, but potentially rather dangerous. My lack of bulking up to a full Confederacy Marine size was to my advantage, I had been told. Further, I had been advised to conceal my Confederacy status from anyone except those who needed to know. "And no. .. be careful with that." she added, nodding downwards at my erection.I stepped into her arms and wrapped mine around her, squeezing her naked body against mine. Her breasts squashed against my chest and she wrapped her arms round my shoulders. It felt amazing. I felt some of the tension dissolve, but my erection still strained between us, hanging in the air as I kept my hips away from hers. She surprised me by lowering her arms to my lower back and pulling my hips against hers. "It's okay, you. My first spasm flew up into Christina. Vicky grabbed my dick and pulled it back so that the tip pumped shot after shot onto Christina's pussy lips and bound clit. I felt like damn cock was harder than before. “OK....Now we switch positions.” Vicky moved back and disconnected the wires to the machine. She removed the strap-on and flipped Christina onto her back. I had moved behind Vicky and pushed her legs apart. Nipples and clits were still bound. Vicky looked down at Christina's swollen, cum.