Again I switched, and again, I stuffed my face with all I could get of Jack, he let out a low moan and went up on his toes, rocking forward and back, ...ack and forth Shit that's good, he whispered. Frank stood beside Jack stoking himself as he waited, and I didn't make him wait long. I found myself going eagerly after Franks member, I worked him deeply into my mouth, closing down over him and dragging my lips back to the head, I used my tongue swirling it around his shaft, pushed more and more. He was lying on the bed with his shot on and I am on my sari and I place my head on his chest and started talking by moving my hand all over his chest and playing with his hair on the chest. After some time he asked me to come all over his body and I did what he said. Now we both are facing each other with all my weight on his body. He moved his hands over my butts and pressed them gently and said I love you mom. I too said I love you and went to sleep. Next morning by the time I woke up he was. Then he was silent. I had no way of knowing where he had gotten to.I heard three shots from Pete's weapon. Very distinctive sounds, our carbines vs their Kalishnikovs! Still no clue where the shots were, front or back or either side. The sandstorm just muffled everything down.Then I saw a dim form coming up, climbing the treads on the left side. The outline was dim, but it was wearing a helmet. It looked like Pete.But there was something not quite right. To this day I can't tell you what. There. I looked left and right of her and then up. She had prepared for my return--a pulley hung from the ceiling, iron manacles on the bed, and various other devices on the bedside table.I cuffed her wrists and winched her arms above her head until her tight ass was raised a foot off the bed. She struggled a little and moaned in discomfort. I rewarded her with another slap across the face. My strike left an imprint of my hand on her cheek.She shuddered. Her nostrils flared, her lips parted, breath.