That and I can wear just about anything here." Okay prove it. Go into the ladies room and take off your panties. Bring them to me, to prove you did it..." What makes you think I am wearing panties?" I asked."I am absolutely sure you do," he said grinning.I just stood up and walked to the ladies room. I sat on one of the toilets and urinated, wiped myself, and then removed my panties. I lifted the rough jeans back into place. I knew what it was about. It was all about power, and who had it. I had. The need to be fucked hard overrides your worries of being caught. You need and desire the cock that is alternately deep in your ass and then slipping back out. Over and over, pulling you back and pushing my hips forward just to push your hips forward as I withdraw. It seems to go on forever, but in reality it is only a few minutes. You open your mouth to scream but nothing emits except for your breath. Then you feel it. "Yesss... Oh fuck me, yesss... " My cock expands as I feel the tingling. Once he was finished fucking my mouth he moved down and fucked my pussy, not rough but being tied up it was a whole new experience. After that he did not pursue this type of sexual activity, I guess he did not want to push anything on me that he did not think I enjoyed. But how wrong he was. Not only did I enjoy that night; I could not get the feelings I experienced out of my mind.We had regular sex a few more times after that until one night I could just not reach an orgasm. Greg was getting a. And that was very close to how men lived in the trenches during that dreadful time, like animals. By this time, efforts were made to rotate units from the front to the rear for rest, recuperation and refitting. But when a soldier was on the front line, there was little opportunity to bathe or practice anything like proper hygiene. Worse then anything, however, were the smells of the trenches, almost all of them foul. There was the acrid stench of explosives, the rich odor from the latrines, the.