She felt, rather than saw, as he dropped his right hand -- pressing the coin into her palm -- and grabbed the twenty, then turned and walked quickly a...ay, before she could change her mind.Her mind. "Cum!" she could hear in her mind. Her Master's voice. Alicia pressed her knees together, as her hand grasped the coin tightly. Eyes unfocused. Lids drooping. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body."Hold, please!" Alicia trotted toward the elevator, her heels echoing in the hallway. Nobody moved,. Suddenly I felt Roy remove my condom, I looked up and I saw him holding the condom upside down above his mouth, I saw all my semen go straight down his throat, it didn’t even phase him, it was so hot. So hot that I needed some myself, I got up and lunged my tongue down his throat, the taste my own cum wrapping around my tongue, I got hard almost instantly. I could feel Roys dick getting hard too so I suggested that it was his turn. Without skipping a beat he lifted me up pulled my lacy pants. " Rav kissed Natalie again grinning "can we leave and come back again, I think we need lots of homecomings." Watching her stretch her body arching her back and look at him from violet eye's light with sensual laughter he felt himself getting hard all over again, with a laughing leer he pounced on her "many, many, homecomings" he whispered against her breasts.A long time later, Rav and Natalie walked through the house hand in hand, Rav was amazed as he looked around, she had turned an empty husk. I guess this was the syndrome that was the root of the scourge of “Rat-Fucking”.One of the strangest rituals of the Vietnam experience was the dirty job of “burning the shitter”. Anyone who has been In-Country will appreciate this observation. The standard latrine construction consisted of plywood; screening and 50 gallon drums cut in half, fitted with handles and filled with a small residue of diesel fuel. They were pulled out a safe distance and lit up to burn off the waste material. The.