With my shemagh adjusted, I picked up my M4 carbine and took the reins of the pack horse and set off on the street, moving from cover to cover. Sudden...y, military skill and instinct made me aware I was close to walking into an ambush. It was the way the street formed, the debris was positioned and the soft sounds that put my senses on high alert. I moved in a ruined building and observed the situation. There were only two places anyone plotting an ambush could be.With stealth, I slowly moved. My fingers hooked the inside of my panties and began to tug at them gently, enticing them more. As the minutes rolled by, I started getting the hang of what the men really wanted to see. It wasn’t long until I noticed a man staring at me. He was quite tall with spiked up brown hair and a bit of stubble on his face. I licked my lips seductively at him and playfully spanked myself in an attempt to coax him over.He seemed to freeze for a few moments watching as I bent over slightly and looked over. " Master, may I ask a question?" inquired the older sister."What is it?" I saw far fewer slaves than members last night. If each member recruits three slaves a year wouldn't that mean there would soon be far many more slaves than members?"In theory, yes, but there are other factors. Most of the new slaves prove unsatisfactory and are either rejected by the membership or sold to other clubs. A few choose, even after their training, to leave of their own volition. This does not happen often, but. So I put my hands on her head and made her stick her tongue into my pussy even deeper."So you like it Callie?" Jeanette asked."Just stick your tongue in there and make me cum," I replied."Not a problem," Jeanette said.She spread out my pussy lips as far as they could go. They were wet, and I mean soaked. But that didn't stop Jeanette. She had her tongue deep inside me as far as it would go and I had to moan. I did my best to hold back, but I couldn't hold back forever. And when I moaned, I.