” I said as I sensed him reaching over the back of my legs for another one of Lisa’s cigarettes. “Just do it, and let it work itself out. “Ex...ctly,” he said as he lit up, “What do I have to lose?” “Nothing” is what I started to say when I suddenly noticed something touching my ass, and dealt with the mounting shock as I realized it was Kevin’s hand. He was gently rubbing his hand over my bent bottom in a slow circle, stopping for a second to feel it firmly in his hand. “Is this what you mean. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, buried my face into the pillow. He slammed his hips against me. . c'mon Bitch. . c'mon Bitch. . C'mon, tell me..who's yer daddy? . . .Tell me who's yer fuck'n daddy? each word, each phrase punctuated by a slap of our bodies meeting. 'oooohhh fffuuuck, he cried and buried as much of himself inside of me as he could. I felt him rocking and shaking over me, felt his body spewing what it had left deep inside of me. Wwwhhoooo, he shouted and stepped back. Six Eyes had realized that it was time to develop a Special Operations Command, and Turtle was exactly the man to run it.Special Ops was, by nature, a small size unit, but it took great skill to manage it properly so that an objective was reached with the minimum loss of friendly life. Gen. Six Eyes used all of his renowned persuasive skills to convince Turtle that Special Ops needed his guidance, but a promise was made that the unit would never grow so big that Turtle was moved out of direct. He grabbed my throat and pulled me to my feet. “Dont fight back” he said as he began to squeeze my windpipe. I had given up all hope of fighting back, so nodded, hoping that this experience would be over soon. He turned me to face the back wall and pushed me against it. I put my hands up to stop my face hitting the wall but blake again grabbed my hair and pushed me against the cold tile. I felt his left hand trace the curve of my ass, before he pulled away. I guess he put his finger into his.