Five minutes later a nice little fire was burning, the wood inside was so dry that there was barely any smoke,what there was was drifting out the door... “ God that feels good” she had pulled the bale closer and kicked of her boots to warm her feet, “still soaked but better”. I asked about her f****y, the boy Josh was no trouble,but Jayne,well she was getting to be a bit of a pain, and to make things worse Jenny was certain she was looking at stuff she shouldn’t on the computer, always clicking. So I decide to WhatsApp her on Wednesday night.She is very talkative and free over WhatsApp. We chatted for some time about out personal stuff like what do you do and other blah blah blah……… She is getting arrogant and dominating our conversation over the days which I started to enjoy. Slowly our conversation ends in sex, she told her husband to do physical torture and she is unsatisfied in her sex and married life.She asked about my sex life and I told: “I didn’t get any opportunity to fuck”.. Quite the contrast to my short, squat, heavy-set, troll-like exterior. As my go-to-guy in all enlisted and NCO matters, we were spending a lot of time together, building critical rapport and trust as we moved around the five Engineer companies and one detachment assigned to the battalion.We spent part of the previous day with that detachment at their offices inside the wire. A K-9 unit. Doggies and their handlers. Doggies that could smell out almost any type of explosives. Doggies that couldn’t. Distracted by King’s tongue I wasn’t prepared for Sue’s evilness, she had opened the bag she carried and with a deft move, pressed the tip of a butt plug up between my thighs, forcing King’s tongue aside as she filled my pussy with the big rubber plug. Her next trick were gloves, weird mitten style things that buckled around my wrists and held my fingers and thumb in a pouch that then got attached to the wrist strap. Not uncomfortable, I just couldn’t use my fingers.One hand on my back pressing.