Ai turned on the light beside the bed while Airi poured Gaffey another drink. As he sat on the bed, a little dazed and drinking the whiskey, Ai turne... on the radio. As she waited for the tubes to warm up and get sound, she asked the officer what kind of music he liked. Gaffey just smiled, as the radio warmed to life with the music of Richard Himber and his Orchestra now playing softly in the background. Airi opened a small box and pulled out a large reefer. She used a lighter and drew in a. Hair past his ears which makes it longenough to style with help of some accessories.Patent leather black ballet flats with bow detail. Boys shoes were a no-no with the skirts. This one was self-explanatory and he didn't take muchpersuading. Looked comfortable and stylish, I thought. Always needstights with these, I said, but I don't think that's going to be aproblem.One full-length satin slip, black, and two nude half-slips. Swear bythese when I'm in a dress or skirt. Protects the material and. {Tank leader, where are you? Where are we? All I can see is a sea of grass. This is not the North African desert! Oh, my God, what is that charging at us. It looks like a picture of a dinosaur that I saw in a school textbook. I may be dreaming, but I cannot take a chance. Gunner, kill that thing, whatever it is!}AI broke in with an FM transmission in German. {Tank commander, you are not dreaming. Turn south and head for a paved highway you will soon see. Go west on that highway. An airplane. Did that make you cry? What a worthless little bitch you are."He lets go of my hair long enough to remove his pants and turn me to the side so the outside world can watch as he plunges his cock straight down my throat, grabbing my hair again and holding my head still as I gag and struggle to breathe."Now you have a reason to cry, slut."And I do, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He finally lets go and I suck in several deep breaths, coughing and sputtering yet wishing for more. I've just.