’ ‘I think it’s the other way around,’ he growls. ‘Do you know how many times I just wanted to say fuck your period and slide into your puss...?’ ‘You should have.’ ‘Rai,’ his voice is gruff and strained, ‘We would have messed up the sheets.’ ‘I would have come,’ I bite, pinching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. ‘But no worries, I’m almost there.’ ‘Fuck.’ His voice drops, ‘Are you masturbating?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Tell me.’ I leave my nipple and flick the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper. When the weather was nice, like tonight, the table was essentially outside. I picked up the wine caddy and headed to the back gate. My reverie about this gorgeous setting was interrupted by sounds I didn’t recognize…at first. As I walked into the back yard, I could see the massage room was open. There were two people on the table. I couldn’t see much about the person with their back on the table other than the fact that she had coal black hair. Her body was covered for the most part by another. We both knew the military had a way of obfuscating the facts sometimes and we wanted our wives to know the truth. We were hiding in a concealed position in a small village near Fallujah. We were in a tight group, which made us an easy target if we were discovered. We knew we would have to move out at some point but then we would be exposed in the flat, open area. It was really a devil’s choice. But we knew it wasn’t really much of a choice. If we ran for it we might have a chance. If we stayed. Loe is a tall blonde; she is dressed in jeans and a white top. Zarana looks her up and down.“I have just the outfit for you.”Zarana pulls out a white leather dress. Loe pulls off her boots, undoes her jeans and takes off her top, standing in just her underwear and socks. She slides into the white dress; she takes off her bra and nestles her ample breasts in the tight dress.“Socks aren’t really a good fashion accessory, Loe. Here, try these,” Zarana says, handing Loe a pair of black pumps.“Wow,.