She was not prepared for the crude direct approach of the Iraqi Captain. She had expected captivity to be mostly mind games just as it had been at her...training course. But her training wasn't the real world of the middle East. Now, things were moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow things down, pretend to give in to gain time. This sort of information was of little value anyway; certainly not worth a gang rape.She replied, "I am from the 417th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 250th. Was this honestly the same Jason who was still a "blushing virgin"?He continued, instructing me what he wanted me to do to myself as he sat on the other end, listening. I was so wet and so turned on that I had a hard time not cumming right then and there. I just managed to hold it off, biting my lower lip.Somehow, he just knew what he was doing to me. "Do you really want to cum now?" he asked. I whispered a broken "please" into the mouthpiece of the phone."Beg me for it. Beg me to let you. "He grinned then, the old Thomas just like a cheeky kid,"What I like mum is looking at your boobs, they're really great you know." Yes," I giggled. "I was told that in Jamaica." Were you topless over there?" No," I smiled. "I was naked." Naked?" As in without any clothes, it was great you should try it." Is that a dare?"I smiled and raised an eyebrow knowing that he wouldn't, he stood up and looked down at me as he slipped his shorts down over his hips, like me he was shaved down there and. He slid it in and out building up speed as he became harder and harder. He then stopped for a minute and poured a part bottle of Canadian beer into Cindi’s cunt. He loved this Canadian stuff and it was going to taste even better coming out of this bitch’s cunt. She felt it go in, it had obviously been on ice. There was no straw so he just put his face into her cunt and sucked out as much as he could before he started pumping his cock again. Cindi didn’t mind this although it was cold as she was.