Differenti understand way too latemy neck grabbed so hard i squeal looking back at a taller black guy smilling wide at me''so you like small asian sis...y?''''wait wait who are you''''im a Master, a real big cock Master who train white sissy boy ''''stop stop im a top stop''''oh no no no please im no sissy''''get his pants off and make him wear the pink one ''my own asian sissy smilling and pulling my pants''noooo noo please not this ''''shut up , you need some learning white boy''''you gonna. He told me that the twins would be another hour or so, since they needed to do some family business.That gave me an idea.“Uncle Leon, since Dannell and Donnell won’t be here for an hour or so, would you be willing to help me test this tooth guard, please?” I tried to sound a little girly when I spoke. Leon just looked at me and smiled, just a grin at first, but gradually spreading to a smile that made me weak in the knees. This sexy brown man actually seemed to like me, I started to get a. They brought helicopters and light tanks to the party, allowing the 'sissy 17th SB' to keep working, now on stringing wire. The 17th SB were a sissy brigade since they 'only' had two tours in Iraq, building roads and clearing IEDs. The 17th referred to the 1-221 Cav as 'copter jockeys who never had to put their boots down in the dust.' The annual inter-unit boxing matches were something to see.When 1030 hours PST rolled around on 1 February, three small buses full of Chinese terrorists unloaded. It was distant, muffled, but he heard the impact. Maybe three thousand meters. Maybe two thousand. He didn't know his surroundings when he woke to find day broken over their new bivouac. He roused Kieu-Linh and they slid from the tent.They'd set up an hour north of their previous position. He'd been given no details of the situation, and no one seemed willing to put them to work as uncertainty spread through the camp. It seemed to lack leadership that night after the fall back had been.