"Before they knew it, it was time for supper, and they set out for the Union. As they came out of the room, two girls from further up the floor came b... in tight jeans and clunky shoes."Hi, you guys!" said the one with the frizzy hair. "You having a party tonight?" Her friend was all eyes at the four men. "Can we come?"Will took the lead. "Uh, well, it's not a party, see? We're studying for the hour exams next week. You want to join us? History tonight, humanities tomorrow and Sunday. If we have. Clear?’ The Army has what is called ‘command voice’. I learned it as an NCO and use it often in a business context. Sheila accepted with a nod. Everyone has fantasies. Sheila evoked a few of mine. Call them what you wish—boobs, tits, knockers, melons, jugs, hooters, headlights, puppies, peaches, pears or sugarplums—most men have an appreciation of female breasts. I was no exception and Sheila’s breasts were premium. From the time we met, I wanted to worship her breasts. It might be taking. He spits on her ass and starts rubbing. He then slowly pushes a plug in her ass as Kitten gasp; and then moans. “You like that?” Daddy asks. Kitten shakes her head yes. Daddy reaches again. He starts rubbing her clit again with one hand and pushes a dildo in her dripping wet pussy with the other hand. Kitten moans and pushes herself back for the dildo to go deeper in her. “I told you not to move. One more time and you’ll be punished, understood” he demands. Kitten shakes her head yes. He. She wouldn't take much longer than he was, to be hurt, and possibly, injured. He began thrusting in and out of her, and her arms and legs wrapped around him, her pelvis coming up to meet him, as he went deep inside of her. She pulled his head down and thrust her tongue inside his mouth, driving the force of her kisses immeasurably. She was whispering love in his ear, and rising to meet every thrust that he drove into her. She was whimpering and moaning as she came over and over, again. He felt.