Ashley feels powerless to Mistress and opens her mouth widely. Mistress presses the tips of her fingers against Ashley's tongue and then slides them a...l the way down her throat. "Suck on them. Clean them off." Ashley closes her lips and wags her tongue wildly around, trying to lick all of her juices off Mistress' fingers. The smell and taste of her own sex is overwhelmingly attractive. She feels so used and on display and helpless, but she focuses all of her energy on sucking. Even Mistress'. In between those tasty thighs, and just below that luscious ass, I could just see the blonde wisps edging her puffy little pout. So inviting, a magnet for my lust, calling for me. I had staked my claim last night, taking her virgin pussy as mine, sealing it with my seed. The memory, and her scent, forever etched in my brain. I closed my eyes and could taste her, smell her, feel her. I had claimed her mother twenty years earlier in much the same way, the first to fill her with cum, claiming her. He set his glass down and then his hand was in mine, so smoothly, like it was supposed to be there. (Or not, when my hand twitched in his.) He pulled me down the stairs like he actually knew where he was going. I didn’t hear the door lock, but I remember him unlocking it when he left, so I must have missed it. He sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette, leaning back, but turning his hips toward mine. His shirt rode up just enough to show me the top of his hipbone. My fingers found it by. Fifty percent of the guard units arrived this morning in dozens of C5s at the operating airfield inside Iran.Army and Marine units had covered every inch of the base looking for hiding Iranian soldiers and anyone else for that matter. Every trench, every bunker, every room, nook and cranny had been looked at before the planes were given clearance to land.The two ammo bunkers each had received several missiles and were now just massive holes in the ground. All the soldiers that had been assigned.