Natasha screamed as he swung the rear end of the barrel trolley towards the wall her ass and pussy only inches from the tip. And what a tip it was.The...cock was a monster maybe 14 inches long thrusting out like a man arms. It was also wide. At its axle grease dripping tip it was maybe the size of a man's cock head but as it drew back towards the wall it widened cone like, until its base had a circumference of a small plate possible 5 or 6 inches."Oh no its impossible," cried Natasha, "it's like. But let’s make it tomorrow. It’s much too late tonight for that,” the CO said, as he looked around the bunker. “Where is Sgt. Meadows?”“I believe he is over in Tweed’s bunker, sir. He said commo was going to be too noisy tonight to get any sleep,” Sawyer informed the CO.“Yes, I can believe that. Well, no one is out on patrol and we aren’t expecting anyone for a while, at least not until daylight. Go ahead and close it down until the morning,” the CO advised.I turned off all of the radios and. After that, models were considered too old for the circuit and did side modeling jobs on their own.I couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful as Vicky would ever be out of a job unless it would be by choice. Holding her in my arms and smelling her perfume I couldn't get over the feeling in my gut. When we went and sat back at the table I already missed not having her in my arms.We all talked and drank Champagne. I loved to hear Vicky talk and she had this beautiful accent. I wish I could. Her elation suddenly turned to jealousy when she saw the “surprise” Anna had waiting for her! Sitting on the couch next Anna was a beautiful slim young blonde who looked like she stepped right off the cover of Vogue. “What’s going on here,” asked Gwen? “This is Krista,” answered Anna, “she’s going to be staying with us for awhile!” “No,” shouted Gwen, “I won’t have her in our house!” Anna stood up and gave Gwen a back handed slap across the face and spat, “You listen to me you little cunt, if I.