But off they both come and you spring free, cock pointing directly at me and already dripping with cum. Seated, I’m in an excellent position to take...you into my mouth, and I do so… slowly. I lick the drip off of your tip, then just gaze at you, enjoying the sight of your jutting, hard manhood before my eyes, noting the soft, smoothed sacs underneath. I reach up and lightly touch them with my fingers, enjoying the sensation. Then my hand moves up a bit more and encircles your shaft at the base,. But we left with our tail between our legs. We weren't beaten. We were never beaten. We walked."I bitterly resented seeing our boys fighting, bleeding and dying, and then being spit on by draft-dodgers at home. Sure, there were some committed pacifists who are against all wars as a matter of principle. There were some very thoughtful people who had some of the same doubts I had: about the way we were fighting, not why we were there. However, there were also a substantial number of committed. My mother worked on the assembly line and my father was a technician for the army in Krasnoyarsk. I was taller than most of the girls in my school my whole life and hung around with boys 2 to 3 years older than me, since I didn't like short boys. When the USSR fell I was 12 and even then I wanted to travel and get away from our muddy little home farm. If I never saw another chicken I would be happy. One day I was walking to the store in town, when a big, black car stopped next to me. the back. I told her I love to control and dominate women in bed, I said I enjoy extreme control. She got so interested and kept asking me tell me more details etc, so I said I will love to call you names like slut, bitch, whore etc, have you on a collar and leash, cum on you, piss on you and control your orgasm.She said she wanted all that except for the piss, I said I am not into uncosented things and I won't do it unless she enjoys. I told her it will be hot if she begged me not too, she was getting.