In this case, it was the MPs. I suppose the bartender had called them, and they arrived in the nick of time or maybe a few punches late. At least they...made it stop happening."These two assholes were trying to pick up our wives!" one of the big guys yelled. "You guys in uniform think you can have anything you want, you pricks. Well, then next time I see you, there aren't going to be any MPs around, and you're ass is gonna' be mine!" he spat. I believed him. This would be a good place to avoid, I. Clayton, in answer, stood up. He looked at his cock then at me and crooked an eyebrow in question. In response I got up on my knees in front of him with his cock directly in front of my face. Closing my eyes I took the softening head into my mouth and began working it like he taught me. That moisturizer still tasted bad. “Gently!” he cried. I slowed and softened my efforts. Enjoying the sensation of a smaller cock in my mouth. I was able to practice working my tongue and lips more easily. Teeth. He also rubbed and pinched my clit. All this made my choot wet. I could do nothing but suffer all his indignities.'Bas bahut hogaya. Haraamzadi ki choot bhi gilli hogayi hai. Chudwana chahati hai. Ab kaam ka taim hai (Enough. Bitch's cunt has become wet. She wants to be fucked. It is time to start now)' he said grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs as wide as he could.'Nahin Birju nahin. Mujhe chord de (No Birju no please. Let me go)' I screamed but instead of letting me go he placed his. ”“Paul, your job is going to be very stressful at times, and I’ll be there to support you and have your back. I’ll be a part of the network of mistresses at the company. You will never be surprised by anything.”“But my wife?”“If Deb wants to come back and be your true wife, so much the better. It’s going to take a while for you to trust her again. When you are with me, there will be times when you wonder who she might be with. If she has come to her senses, she won’t be with anyone and she’ll.