He was wearing a sports jacket covered in ‘Australia II’ logos, and was being asked questions about whether he would declare today a national holi...ay. He said that wasn’t within his power, but it was a State government responsibility.“But any boss who sacks a worker for not turning up today is a bum!” he declared, to much cheering from the assembled crowd.He was in his element; celebrating an Australian sporting victory. I had no idea where the rather atrocious ‘Australia II’ sports coat came. Moisture. Ah-ha , I thought— I was right. Now let’s see how far we can take it. “Now, Miss Santiago, I want you to reach back between your legs with your right hand.” She raised her head slightly and did as I’d asked, letting her hand rest palm up on the floor between her ankles. “And now, Miss Santiago, I want you to reach up with your middle finger...and touch yourself.” She jerked her head from her arm to look back at me and gasped, “Jon—I mean, Mr. Black! I...” “Head down , Miss. Yes!" Mmmmm, then I'm not going to do it 'till you beg me," she grinned, assaulting Karen's other breast in the same way, making Karen squirm and whimper uncontrollably.When both of Karen's nipples were wet and erect, Laura pushed the girl's incredible breasts together and sucked them alternately, first one shiny, bulging nipple, then the other, driving Karen into a frenzy of need."Ohhhhnnn... ohhnnnn... god, it's so good!" Karen moaned, twisting, looking down at Laura's mouth and hands. Part 1 – Prologue Saigon, South Vietnam. Christmas, 1972. ‘Cordell! Why aren’t you at the bar with the other guys, having a drink? It’s Christmas.’ said the Captain. He’d been sitting alone in the Quonset hut that served as barracks and his office when the Corpsman had come in. ‘Same reason you’re not, sir.’ said Corpsman Leonard Cordell. It was unusual to see Army Airborne wings on a Navy Corpsman, but Cordell had earned them in a harrowing combat jump with the Captain and his unit of the.