But I suppose it doesn't matter. It's just another form of sodomy I'm being forced to perform for the pleasure of the cruel man who now controls every...aspect of my pitiful life. It's yet another perverted sex act to have on my conscience.I suddenly realized that one way or another, Gary is going to destroy me. I've been too traumatized since yesterday evening to think that far ahead until just now. He has already changed me in ways I never thought possible. He has made me do terrible things,. . I ... I need your help. Don't stop loving me; God I would die!" Even with that she did not look up. She was bent over, her hands clasping at her stomach like she had cramps. She was looking down at the floor—or had her eyes closed. "I guess it started after I lost the baby."She started the first of her heart rending crying jags after saying that. When she had recovered somewhat, she continued, "It wasn't only the loss of something that was a part of me, of us, but that we would never be able. Missiles are considerably less personal than bullets and these old men knew the difference ... more than once.Air combat ... if you lived through it, it was a great teacher. The veterans learned lessons never forgot.Surprise, surprise, surprise Sgt. Carter ... although, in this case it was Sgt. Murphy ... Sharpe Field was extremely close to restored. Crews of laborers had swept through the barracks site with chainsaws, pruners, rakes and trash bags. The place was taking on the groomed look of a. My stiff cock was pushing into her belly as if looking for a hole. She licked her hand, fondled my cock and placed it between two sweaty folds of fat. Actually felt pretty damn good. And she kept kissing. I sat back, kissed her neck and started to run my hands down to her exposed breasts. Though large, die to fat, her breasts are really kind of small, with comparatively small very pink nipples. They had crinkled up in a rose color and were laying like strawberries on top of a flabby shelf of.