It was a ritual for him to be there at twelve midnight or thereabouts on a Wednesday night. They had a deal going on between the both of them.He would...keep the troopers off her back with his money and influence if she would save for him the newest and freshest pieces of meat she came upon.It was rare when the Madame added a new piece of fluff to her stable of hardened whores, and when that happened, Felton had to settle for old cunt.The whorehouse outside of town was the perfect place to assure. Kelly was not known for her biting humor."Yeah, I meant to tell you this morning how pretty you looked," I said. "You really do look great, Kase."She smiled sweetly."I think what your father means is that you look terrible and he doesn't ever want to see you in decent pants and a shirt that doesn't show your navel ever again," Kelly chimed in. "Isn't that what you mean, Mike?"Everyone laughed."Dead on, Kelly," I said. "How come I never see you wearing those nice things like the other kids?. He was woefully unsuccessful in this venture. An APC blew up right next to his, taking out one of his squads, and then five more blew up somewhere else, both in front and behind, some close enough for the concussion to rock him. It was as random as anything could be. There was no skill involved in surviving here. It was simply luck.The tanks lining the anti-tank ditch began to fire their main guns, plastering the upper sections of the pillboxes with eighty-millimeter fire. The APCs began to. I was so ready to pound his tight ass with my cock. When I got there though, it turned out that he wasn't alone. He had people over and we couldn't really fuck there. I was too horny to wait, I told him we needed to go find a spot. I needed him. After a moment of waiting, we ended up walking to a nearby bike path. It was a weekly place we went to but we never once thought about fucking here. We walked down the path and ended up going off of it as we disappeared into the bushes. A few more.