She pulled me from the bed and I stood on unsteady legs. A push fromher finger and I was sitting on the side of the bed. She stood next to me,spread m... legs and grabbed my cock in her fist. I didn't even try to resist.I was physically beaten and she knew it. "Let's see what you've got in your clit" she said milking me. Ihad no control as my cock got hard under her stroking. "Come on bitch, give it to me. You won't get many chances like this" shesaid smirking. I avoided her eyes, and just looked. In front of Samantha and Butch, Colonel Deschenes sat waiting, contemplating the silent crowd in his office.The tension was so great, you could cut it with Private Al Ghamdi's knife.The concubine that functioned as the Colonel's executive assistant opened the door and admitted two men to the already crowded office.The first was a private, escorted by his sergeant. "Private Al Harbi reporting, Sir!" exclaimed the recruit, saluting. Samantha recognized him: the third of the three sponsors who had. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over myself. I woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked. I wandered, sleepy-eyed, into the kitchen. The twins were watching cartoons on the television in the living and Rachel was standing at the stove, still in her nightshirt, which barely covered her cute butt. “Do you want something for breakfast?” Rachel asked, as I sat down at the dining room table. I wanted to say, ‘Yeah, you,” but I knew better. “Whatever you’re offering, I’ll take,” I. “Cool, this will be better than any porno I’ve seen on the internet!” Pete said gleefully. “Go ahead, Brian, fuck her!”Brian got back on the bed and opened up his sister’s legs, moving between them once more as Pete came into the room with them. He came right up to the edge of the bed, and was about to get on it with them, but Brian warned him off.“That’s close enough, pal.” He growled. “Touch us and you die!”“Okay, okay!” Pete assented. He was satisfied with the view he had, less than two.