I bent down to suck her right boob while squeezing her left boob. I sucked her nipple hard. Her nipples are erected. I licked her nipple and the big b...own area around her nipple. I sucked her left boob while crushing her right boob with my hand. I pinched her nipples. I kept playing with her boobs. I slapped my cheeks with her boobs which she liked it. I buried my face in between her boobs and licked them.She said, “Fuck my boobs.” I stood up and went closer to her face. She lowered my. Captain Ventura shouted, ‘Dawn, line ’em up for triage—worst to first.’ ‘Sir, yes, sir!’ I replied, although such military formality was more sarcasm than protocol. I was halfway through a nine-month tour in country. Captain Gregory Ventura, MD, was a draftee, who thought his four years of pre-med and six years of medical school would have kept him out of the Army. Unfortunately, there was a war going on and the Army needed doctors. ‘Greetings’ came from Uncle Sam. I pointed to the three. Wo dar gei aur kehny lagi yeh theek nhi ha….main usko bedroom main ley geya aur usky boobs maslnay laga wo virodh krti rehi ahista ahista main apna hand us ki thighs pr ley geya aur us ki choot per hath pherny laga wo bi garam hoti jaa rehi thi ab main ny uski kameez utarni shuru kr di wo virodh krny lagi laikin main ny zabardasti uski kameez utar di wow blaick colour ka bra main us k boobs kia mast lag rehay thy main pagal sa ho geay aur zor sey usky bra ko keench kr phar diya aur us k boobs. “What do you think?”“Very nice,” Vanessa nods. “She’s pretty.”They’re looking at Francesca.Francesca is indeed pretty. And young. Too young to be here. Cropped blondish hair. Hazel-brown, blinking eyes. She’s shivering. Frightened? Looks tired. Distraught. It’s been a long trip.“Do you speak English, Francesca?” Vanessa asks.“Yes, a little.”“You understand where you are and what is happening, don’t.