"Fuckk..."Dylan cried as he fell to his hands and knees.Misty looked around in confusion and fear as all of the boys who had beentaunting her began fa...ling to their hands and knees. "What's going on!"she said backing up. "What's wrong with them?"The strange woman gently grabbed Misty's hand and assured her thateverything was as it should be. "Don't you worry my love," she said,"these boys are just on a new journey now."Dylan looked up at the strange woman, his vision blurring and the pain. I came to suddenly, feeling her butt moving slowly against my pussy. I liked the way she softly pushed against me and I knew she loved the feeling of the small patch of hair above my pussy against her soft cheeks. She moaned a soft, “don’t ever stop. It feels so good.” She shifted a little, giving me easier access to her breasts and also spread her legs a little wider. I was able to move the arm I had under her neck to cup her breasts and let my upper arm slowly move down her body. As I neared. He had been calling me slut, I thought a moment and decided to call him what he was, a PRICK. He turned to me and started to bark out another order but I interrupted and told him in a loud strong voice “EAT MY PUSSY YOU PRICK” A wave of shock went over his face. It was as if he was struck by a bolt of lightning. YOU HEARD ME YOU PRICK, EAT MY PUSSY. DON’T THINK ABOUT IT, DON’T QUESTION IT. JUST GET YOUR FACE DOWN HERE. Stunned he obediently he started down on me. BE GENTEL YOU PRICK. NOT SO. From what Mary could see it was a troupe of acrobats, male and female performing in the nude. It was just what the serving girls needed, sights to arouse and offend the locals, but just right for a mob of horny Army troops, male and female. Add to this the use of stimulants and you realize why the female troopers don't wear kilts and, by reverse logic, why the males troopers do.Mary stepped into this quasi-organized chaos and took a deep breath. 'I'm home; no matter how sophisticated or.