’ Was the message on my E-mail. Thirteen messages from Sandra. I was back in Riverside and she was still at The Pines. Separated but kept in contact...through e-mail a few random calls. Two years later and get a message like that. I was trying to shake the idea that this was possible. All the messages said the same thing pretty much just sent at different times. I E-mailed her back with my ‘Doubt it’s Numchuck’s’ reply. But curiosity got the better of me and I called. Sandra said she was coming. "There followed an orientation lecture that I was sure Chuck and Joe had heard before, but a lot of it was new to me. This was a routine operation for the other two, but I had to be on my toes not to screw up and get somebody killed. I was instructed to stick close to Chuck, as he was the strike leader. Our object was simple: to kill as many ISIL thugs as possible and to destroy the arms and ammunition that we could find.Before we left, I was issued a uniform of the type worn by Chuck and Joe.. I arched to it instinctively; my arousal took most decisions away from the more logical portion of my brain. He reached up and unbuttoned my jeans and then reached for the zipper. I put my hand on his for a moment and he looked at me and whispered “are you ok?” I nodded and slid my hand under the opening and then blushing said “I just don’t want you to catch my hair in the zipper”. He grinned as he then realized I had no panties on; this was going to make his next actions so much easier. He. . .he just smiled and okay he helped me stand up and he took me to the "black room" it was sound prof he taped some paper on the window so nobody could see in....after taping up the window he turned and looked at me he asked me if it was going to be my first time it told him "yes" the smile on his face got even bigger and did my cock he asked were do you wanna start i said anywhere he put his hand on my thigh close to my dick and started rubbing me leg i noticed how thick his cock was it was.