As they walked to their car, Don talked about the journey home. He had actually left Baghdad more than two days earlier, taking an Air Force transport...jet to Kuwait, where he had sat in the airport for almost a full day before getting his flight orders.He had finally flown commercial to Leipzig, Germany, then after a five-hour layover, he'd flown non-stop to Atlanta and from Atlanta on to the city where he had just arrived."Poor baby; I'll bet you're exhausted," Sharon said, putting her head on. He liked to hold back and let women show their interest first, but this time he couldn’t help it. When he pointed out the restaurant he’d chosen, classy but not too dressy, he could feel her stiffen a little. He pressed her arm and steered her smoothly into the restaurant. To his great surprise, she let herself be steered and sat down almost docily at her seat. She looked around a little timidly. He was amused to see that she continued to be subdued when the waiter came, and let him order for. It was of course entirely futile, as her back door was swiftly penetrated. Though she was certainly no stranger to taking it up the ass, usually she was prepared for it. She tried to stay calm, but her screams shifted back to panic as this tentacle also reached much further inside than any man had ever been, filling her a little more slowly than the first one had, but still much too quickly. Her screams were short-lived, however, as another tentacle took the opportunity to fill her third and. It isn't even that big." She said. Vlad started rubbing his temples. "It hurts. Aah, it hurts." He said, closing his eyes. "Go sit. I'll take care of this." I said, pointing to our seats. He walked down the aisle and sat. I sighed and turned to Billie. "Billie. What are we gonna do with you?" I asked, putting a hand on my forehead. "Wow. You guys sound like my parents." She said. "Dude..." I warned. She held her hands up in surrender. "Okay. I'll shut up. Can do. I'll be as quiet as a ninja. Or.