For one week, nothing happened except the occasional hi bye and slight stare. Then one day, we ended up working on the same project. From then on, we ...ecame great friends. Talking, texting, hanging out outside office hours, etc.. Then one day in the evening, I was horny, hard as hell, in my room wanking off to porn. When I heard a knock on my room door, I sprang up, put on my track pants and struggling to fit my straight hard dick into my pants. I finally opened the door to find Priya, standing. By the morning, I was a wreck."The next day I was taken down and strapped over one of the cannons. The fake manhood in my womanhood was removed and inserted into my backside. Each visit brought two of them to me. One forced me to suck his manhood, while the other inserted his in my womanhood. I had been craving human contact and now that I had it, I couldn't get enough of it. They shot their juices in me or on me, I didn't care, I was getting the manhood that I desired. That night, the fake. Seeing Paulette at her accustomed station, he said to the Maître d' who was fussing like an old hen, "Table 67 will be fine." But Your Magnificence,..."The Emir ignored him and walked over to table 67 where he sat down. This left the Maître d' with no choice but to bring him a menu and signal the Head Sommelier to serve in that ill-regarded corner of the establishment. The Chef de Station was also told that this customer was to be served only by Paulette. The Maître d's most ardent desire was. " Damn is he fucking good! He doesn't even slow up, switches loads on the M-32 and begins pumping tear gas rounds through the missing windows.The gas has the effect we want as some of the bastards start boiling out the missing front door. I don't even have to issue any order because we're so pissed and there's so damn many of us the bastards are shot to pieces before they even fall to the ground.We're almost to the doorway. I watch as my Marines pie the door in record time then Hammer flies.