Somewhere over there, he thought.” He gestured wildly. “He said we were to go after them.”“What with, you idiot; our bare hands? The weapons a...e all in that burning tent, stored neatly and centrally as the officers ordered. Do you want to volunteer to go in and collect them?”“I would rather not, sir.”“I thought not; well, neither would I. Do you propose to go chasing after enemy soldiers while unarmed, man?”“That would not be safe, sir, I would suggest.”“Then we can’t do it, can we? Go back to. ” “So do you want to go in?” I asked. “Yes,” she responded, opening her car door. I lead the way in past the laundry room and she followed. “This is nice,” she said as she looked around. I stepped in front of her and slipped my hands around her waist, pressing myself up against her slender body. “This is nice as well,” I said, looking down into her green eyes. She slipped her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine. She slipped out of her small jacket, her boobs pressing against. “I’ve seen the way you undress me with your eyes, now here’s a chance to undress me for real, I fancied you from the evening we met at Pam‘s retirement party” she said in a sexy voice. This was like a dream come true with out wasting any time I pulled her close to me and French kissed her while I was Undoing the buttons on her blouse. Pushing. Everyone in the room grinned or laughed out loud at his piteous squealing!Dimillah didn't know, or care, where the boy was from, but she'd had ones speaking his language before. It sounded lovely. While begging was beautiful in any tongue, it was especially so in his! Made you want to make him do so as much as possible. Driven by primitive instinct, the boy kept yanking his hips, trying desperately to pull his cock out of the stocks, but it wasn't going anywhere. Helpless target, stuck exactly.