I will do anything else you ask me to.I will clean the house I will be ur maid and do all those things for you, I will be ur house-hold slave but not ...r sex slave.me :you whore, u would have gotten away with this, had it not been for ur hair. u are proud of ur hair and u should be.Its the most beautiful thing in the world.And u know what, I can never get a beautiful head of hair like urs if I let u go.So sorry my dear slut,the sooner u realise ur situation , the less painful will it be for. ‭ ‬I never planned to use it, since we weren't even going through Indian country.‭ ‬It was just a drive in the country, so they said.‭ ‬My Hummer was running escort for a dry stores convoy from the air field to the forward detachments.‭ ‬None of them were outside the supposed secure area.‭ ‬I wondered who decided what the fuck the definition of secure was on any given day.The first truck in the three truck convoy took the charge of a radio detonated IED.‭ ‬Then rocket grenades started to come. Right there in my owngirlfriend's boxers. The bulge was getting bigger, more erect as thecool, outside air was letting it breathe for the first time. Mygirlfriend didn't want to see what was underneath the boxers just yet,she wanted to undress me first.She started out with the blouse, slowly unbuttoning each loop. Theanticipation was killing me and I started to breathe heavily and becomelethargic. I gave out a slight moan and the blouse fell off my shouldersand onto the sheets of the bed. Erica. ”“What’s that group?” I asked pointing at a line of young females who had been roped together.He chuckled. “Hunting party. Every weekend, if the weather’s decent, they hunt on the island, Analostan, out in the Potomac.”I nodded.“Went only once. Saw a lovely little blonde being torn apart by a pack of dogs. Too much for me.” The popping and thumping of girls being shot continued. It was the third year of our occupation of the D.C. area and strange things had become normal.“I’ll take that.