It is not entirely unpleasant. The sensation of being at their disposal, to be at the center of attention, is not without effect. I'm not exactly enjo...ing it, but it could be worse. It gets even better. I'm standing in the presenting position as I hear someone ask about a number 7 or something like that but can't hear her response and the next thing that happens is that I feel hair on my thighs and hands on my buttocks, pulling me forward until my pussy is touched by an expert tongue. It. The stimulation grew greater and greater. I could feel it through my entire body. I grabbed the sides of his desk and arched my back more as I moaned louder. I was so close to just letting lose, and he knew it. Just before I could orgasm, he stopped all at once. "Why did you stop?" I said abruptly "I'm not gonna let you have all of the fun," he said as he unbuttoned his pants. He told me to lay on my stomach as he pulled out his masterpiece of a cock. I opened my mouth wide and he stuck it. “Allow me to please you now, oh great one” she softly whimpered. My natural instinct was to take her into my arms and comfort her, yet I knew that that was not what she had in mind. It was time for me to put on the best impromptu performance of my life. Moving forward, I came to stand above her. Looking down at her tear-stained face, my mind racing with the possibilities, I commanded her to remain where she was as I considered her means of pleasing me. “Woman do you feel. My first firing position was between two rather large rocks, so I could duck away after my shot, even if I was being fired at by many rifles. They could only shoot at the place where they remembered a flare from my muzzle blast, and, believe me, that was not a reliable aiming point.Another advantage I had was that I did not have to kill my victim. A severe wound would accomplish what I needed. I wanted to thin out the number of potential fighters, and I wanted to slow down their progress.