When he looked up at me I could see tears in his eyes."Sarge, there were no names in the bibles, but I did find this small journal in an inside pocket... You're not gonna believe who did this to them." I have their names Jenkins and I already guessed what happened. I think the VC gave them an ultimatum and they refused. Does that journal say anything about what happened?" That's almost right, but it was a Colonel Soong Yu who gave the orders. Isn't he now the head General of the North Vietnamese. With wide legs spread on the bed, was my school teacher who I had just fucked, and she had called me her ‘sex master’. I couldn’t imagine a better evening for me.I wore my denim and made my way to the kitchen. I was in the mood for a beer and went to the fridge only to find nothing but some groceries. I came back to her bar cabinet to pour myself some whiskey and headed back to the room as I couldn’t risk her daughter coming out of her room.As I sat beside her on the bed, Shweta opened her. All the talk of taboo and dirty seemed less arousing with the possibility of actual pain. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal.The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he. He walked along with the girls, all of them naked, as they gathered up a variety of ferns that grew in the surrounding area. Uncle Bubba had no idea of how special his deep woods were to the local college student’s assignments.As the girls walked down toward their car the redhead said, “Uncle Bubba I’m sorry about my actions earlier and I did deserve that crude nipple crush but I would like to make it up to you if I may.” She paused to get his full attention then said, “Oink, oink.” She smiled.