It kept everything interesting as you never had any idea what one of them might do or say. Terry was another six feet sophomore with dark hair and was...the quietest one on the team. Nancy was five feet eleven inches blonde with a real stocky build. If the game got rough we would send her in until she fouled out or until the game got better. I would hate to play against her, she just played rough. We had another blond, Amy that was five feet nine inches a sophomore and a forward. Another colored. Doing my best to run faster I pushed myself. I just need to get there. I reached it but as soon as I opened the door I blacked out. When I focussed again I was in a bright lab. I kept looking around. I brushed my hair out of the way. I didn't know how I got there but I didn't wait. I tried to find a way out. There was only one door but I didn't want to go that way. There was a vent on the ceiling. I tried to reach but I was to short, even standing on the table. I jumped at it but I still. In the space of two months I had lost a wife and now a career. Was I pissed? You better believe I was. Once again, I had no choice but to suck it up and accept it for what it was. I did what I was trained to do. Complete our assigned missions, look after the men under my command to ensure that they stayed alive to return safely home. Twenty-nine days before my scheduled rotation home and separation from the Marines I was in the lead Humvee with four others following on a routine ‘show the flag’. It was then I noticed his cock sticking out of his robe at full erection and I was just about to lean over to suck Jon's cock when Mike came over to us and posed an interesting question. Looking up a Mike I heard him ask me, "You want to whip the bitch?” I sat there for a second or two, pondering his request, looking over at Carol, then at Jon, wondering just what I really wanted to do. "Go ahead" I heard Jon say, "Whip the fucking little whore". For a moment longer I couldn't decide, and then.