I was shaking from the excitement when I walked down that street. I walked up and down it a few times before I saw his car. He slowed down. I saw his ...riend in the backseat, he was pretty handsome, not gorgeous or anything, but nice looking. His friend opened the back door and told me to get in back with him. This was very hot; getting felt up by a complete stranger to me. I got into the car normally so the neighbors wouldn't call the cops or anything. I was more afraid one of my friends would. "Please stop...it hurts," she whimpered, rocking her hips from side to side. The med officer quickly and out of her view squeezed the bag sharply.She yelped and cringed "ahhhh-uhhh oh god oh please!". With her eyes squeezed tightly shut she didn't see they're pleasure at her discomfort, they quickly hid their hardly contained grins as her eyes fluttered open. The Major stopped the flow and The Med officer reached under her and massaged her tummy until she indicated the cramps had. They would whistle and tell me I should work for them and that they would pay much better than a wing joint. They eyed up my round ass and thick, toned thighs. My round curves and thin waist as a pair of over sized melons completed my assets. My large breasts were my biggest asset as well as my weakest flaw. I knew how to use them to entice men but than I wouldn't know what I was getting myself into. I remember when I teased the hottest jocks in the school in my tight cheerleaders outfit. The. Looking down you saw the evidence of their success as you glanced down past your breasts at your flaccid member and its womanly counterpart down beneath.The Code of Conflict had stopped all the dying, but the fates of the living were harsher than they had been in recent memory. The soldiers 'killed' in battle becoming the winning sides property for five months had been intended to keep the risk to prevent war but it had developed into an incentive. With the intention of using the futanari.