“I don’t know,” she replied as she nervously bit down on her lower lip. A few seconds passed, and she replied, in almost a whisper, “Maybe a b...ow job?”“I think that’s a possibility,” I replied, shifting in my seat. Both of us were a bit uneasy about the entire conversation.“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said.“You mean you’ve never given a guy a blow job?” I inquired.“No, no, no,” she shot back. “I’ve given blow jobs before. Its just that I haven’t ever done it like this – for. But if our officers found out that we did something like this on our own, there would be hell to pay for it."Tanya said to the only black soldier in the group "How do you feel about eight men raping two young girls? Forget the color, just think of the situation. What would you want to do to them?"The black guy said "Well, I'm a pig farmer. Every spring we take the young male piglets and we castrate them. That makes them more placid, and once they grow up to be butchered the meat is more tender.. Minx shifted in my arms. Her small lips brushed my nipple, then the halfling female latched on, sucking on it, a comforting gesture as her body still hovered between ecstasy and unconsciousness.Thrak had used her body hard. It had almost been brutal, but Minx had screamed her joy the entire time. He had pressed the little halfling to her limits and beyond. The smile playing on her lips proved how much she loved it.I walked down the steps after Thrak. He didn't take them three at a time. He no. She was barely five feet tall and probably went no more than eight stone, but she was surely well shaped and, I guessed, sadly experienced."Us? You an' me?" she asked, slowing her pace and twisting around to look up at me. The top of her head reached my Adam's apple perhaps. She put both hands up on my chest."And why not?" I opened the door and pushed her into the cold, dark room, dropping the latch behind me. There was not even a fireplace, just some lattice-covered holes in the floor."I don'.