He groaned as she took hold of him. She squatted on her haunches at his feet with knees apart; he could see right into her opening. Her lips were swol...en and moist, she was ready for sex. Jerry smiled as she saw him looking. “My boyfriend likes to look at me too down there,” she said as she began to stroke him. “He says that I have a beautiful cunt, lovely and tight, always ready for him. He says it’s the best he’s ever seen.”“He... he would say that,” Billy gasped.“No, he means it,” she. The men bitch about sergeants. Riley bitches about captains . . . I bitch about majors and colonels. Riley has a way of saying “saving yourself Sir” when we’re into the Johnny Walker and he’s diatribing every officer in the British Army. He lets me off lightly because I take the same shit as he does . . . and because so far I’ve kept everyone alive. I often wonder why I seconded to this mob from Canada. I guess because in Canada we don’t get to kill anybody but here we do. But, it’s not really. I felt starved and malnourished and hid from the strong sunlight emanating from the windows. Droacner began to worry for my health and saw no other alternative than to allow me some fresh air from time to time. He had found a spell that managed to superimpose on my body the illusion of the former me, but it was only a temporary solution allowing me to show my face outdoors for a few minutes, relieving any suspicious minds. Most times, I tried to escape the campus and hide in the vast woods. While he isn't in bondage, it feels good to be able to control my own pleasure, and I have missed blowjobs. It’s been awhile since I’ve given one, and I intend to partially wake up for it here. But I don’t want him to cum, I’m saving that for my pussy. My movements become faster, my hair is bouncing on my head. He moves his hand to my ass and strokes me. He suddenly brings his hand down and smacks me. I squeal, but continue my movements. I hear him grunt, and at this time I stop. I lift my head.