She returned it crisply, and handed him an equally crisp $20 bill, which she subsequently informed me was the custom for a first salute. "Coach Hancoc... said it was just $10 twenty-five years ago. Some of the enlisted men on base clear a few hundred bucks on graduation day," Whitney said. She was now officially an officer. Thankfully, there were no martial arts demonstrations—at least that I was aware of. Whitney had a week's leave for Thanksgiving, but warned us that meant she wouldn't be home. Now she had never wanted me before. In fact she constantly threatens me with bodily harm if I even come near her. She has slapped my face, punched my arms, and once the bitch even kicked me in the balls. Needless to say I did not go to her.I tried to tune out her cries for help, but after about a half an hour I finally went to her bedroom and knocked.Her reply was, “Get your fucking ass in here and help me! NOW, you little shit.”I went back to my bedroom and turned my music up.I was still mad. Seeing Emma licking his cum into her mouth he quickly rammed his cock in after it.“Clean up my cock you fucking whore” he grunted.Emma sucked his cock and ensured that not a drop of cum remained on his rapidly softening cock.Pulling his now flaccid cock from Emma’s mouth he pulled up his trousers, flipped his cock into the fly and turned to Mark. “Thanks for letting me fuck your slut Mark”,He then turned to Emma and said, “So, what do you think Emma, was it as good as Paris? Judging by the. My seatbelt held me firm, giving no slack to duck as the windshield caved in towards me. I could feel the shock in my hands as the steering wheel bent under my ferocious grip. My pitiful Toyota's frame collapsed inward, bowing up and slamming me against the roof. The stabbing pain was secondary to the terrifying scream of tortured metal, violently burning automobile fluids, and scorched rubber.Impact turned me until I was back facing the highway, and I could see the truck plowing through the.