Then one day last week, Carmen probably unknowingly was showing me far more than I'd ever seen before. She had on a button-up blouse and it was obviou...ly too small for Carmen. As I sat at a table near her, the blouse was gaping just between the buttons where her bra came across her chest. And, there clearly for me to see was the front closure of her bra. Ahhhhhhhhh, yes, Carmen, you fucking hottie -- wearing not only the sexy demi-bras but picking the kind that have that single clasp in front. As Lucy bent over the desk for her final stroke my eyes focused once more on the crease where bottom and thigh merge, before bringing the cane down with blistering force to my intended target. The impact resembled a pistol shot, and as the anguish of the stroke became fully processed, Lucy let out a high pitched shriek before almost climbing onto the desk “Eee-ow-ow-ow!” she screeched once more clutching her behind, and as she hastily returned her hands to the desk, both buttocks were. Come inside me."Finally, Trisha moaned with satisfaction and relief as Everett stiffened inside her. His balls churned with cum, and all that seed shot like a powerful geyser into Trisha's womb, filling her up. Everett huffed and groaned plaintively as his shaft twitched deep inside her slick folds. She clenched her pussy around his shaft, squeezing her muscles around him until the last drop of cum had emptied itself inside her sex. There was a smattering of mocking applause. "Well done, white. We were leading the convoy, following a pair of Buffaloes. Bixley was in the middle with the supply trucks, and Alpha Three was at the end. The helo was in definite trouble, but under control. Smoke was coming from one of the engines and it was flying too low, but it was still in controlled flight. Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones to see it. Tracers began climbing towards it, along with a few rocket trails. They didn’t look very well aimed, and in fact looked like RPGs, and not.