“Shit. I’m going to cum if you don’t fuck me. I need your cock. I need them both in my tight, dirty hole.”Then she hears the mattress squeak.�...�Yep. You were right. You were able to get her to beg. I think we should give her the punishment she is asking for,” Rob groans.Zayne gets up, steps over to Page, reaches down and pulls her to her feet. By the time they move to the bed, Rob has already discarded his clothes and is sitting back on the edge, with his beautifully pink erection standing proud.. The third man was a farmer, the oldest son of a local landowner with a Dutch sort of name who appeared to be in his mid-twenties and said he had served in the loyal militia for the first year of the conflict before his father fell ill and called him home. I must admit that I liked him almost at once. His grip was firm and his eyes trusting.While Julie and I poured wine and apple jack into them, I sent them off, one at a time of course, to visit the brothel I had created with instructions to do. I wanted to quit several times. I stayed with it, because I had a bad case of youthful stupidity,” I explained.“Yes which leads to a false sense of invincibility,” Sharon agreed.“Yeah, I filled some body bags with those kinds of guys. I avoided it because I was just lucky I guess,” I explained. “I did a deployment or two in some shit holes. Places where we never were, then I went to a military transport command base. I spent two year guarding cargo and MATS planes headed to forward bases. It. What do you think?" Rob answered.More seconds of silence ticked by. Rob then turned slightly to face the full-length mirror over by Deb'smakeup counter. In an instant he saw how ridiculous his contention was.There is the mirror - where he should have been - was a girl. A prettygirl - maybe 16. She was about 5'5", very thin, pretty (though smallish)breasts, a pixie-like face with the tiniest button nose he'd ever seen.The hair was short -- about as short as Rob had ever had it - but veryfine,.