She knew that she should obey her Master Joe, but she also knew that she wanted to be humiliated and abused, so she considered deliberately spilling s...me of the vodka.In the end, she did as Joe had ordered and very carefully handed each man a cup which she proceded to fill with vodka. The men drank their alcohol as if Abbey had just given them water instead of hard liquor, and stretched out their cups for refills.Abbey knew that they would quickly become drunk as they had not eaten before. Then I dipped down, taking more of him. I developed a rhythm of small pussy kisses and deep, deep plunges. My baby was groaning out the whole time and he started slapping my ass on every down thrust. "Fuck, baby," I yelled. "Harder, baby, keep going, fuck." He smacked me and slapped me and I started screaming out. My god, the combination of his dick so deep in me and the spanking drove me wild. I was only my body. There was nothing else in the world. Shit, shit! "Baby...do it....harder," I. I watch as my Marines pie the door in record time then Hammer flies through the door swinging his Claymore and yelling, "It's Hammer time."We storm in right behind him but by the time we get in the cabin, there's not much left for us to do other than clear the rooms.Then a Marine runs in and gives me a bad report, "Sir they are having a hell of a time at the workshop."I look at my men and order, "Half form a perimeter around the cabin, the other half head to the workshop to provide. Jennifer was knocked over, but the thick rear shell dropped mostly intact onto Panther with her still on top. She jumped down to the ground, and Matt sat Panther up."Cheer Raider! Cheer Raider, can I ask you some questions?" shouted a woman's voice. They looked and saw two people running towards them through the rows of cars, one an attractive blonde woman in her late twenties or so, the other a man carrying a video camera."Oh, hey, it's that reporter woman," Jennifer said."Debbie Woods? Sweet!.