That was just what they seemed to want.“Well, who is the maggot that thinks I should shut up?” He screamed.The screamer was about six-foot two and...not any bigger around than I was. He had a huge cigar in his mouth and looked like a very well done drawing of a serial killer. When the offending soldier refused to speak up, the goon decided to pick someone and hurt him to make his point.The boy he decided to hurt was about half his size and looked scared to death. Rather than let these brain. He easily opened the button, unzipped the chain, and grabbed the shorts from both side of my waists. He pulled them gently and was able to get it completely off from my body. He spread my legs and touched my pussy. It was wet and he encircled his finger around the hole. I nearly shivered and tried to get up. He grabbed my thighs tightly and didn’t get me go off. He lubricated his finger and pushed his finger inside. I wept slowly, on his invasion; he pulled his finger out and then repeats. He. They both enjoyed going back to their early days, and John even went so far as to pretend to be helpless (at the point sometime after he regained control of his bladder, that is) and dependant upon Zithrusa. She enjoyed mothering him, talking to him as if he was a small child. This time she used her new wanton knowledge of his perverse ways, and pleasured him with her mouth, and rode him like a cowgirl. John thought he might have to teach her just what silk scarves were for.John took a giant. Kuenta and Fislu took the left flank and I took the right to get ahead of the three. We found them hiding in a ditch. Ronnas said they were still armed but only with pistols.I called out to the men, "My name is Hugh Driscott. You are surrounded by a superior force. Surrender now or die."I heard from my radio, "They're going to fight." I moved to a new location behind a good sized tree.The soldiers came out of the ravine one at a time. The last one fell and screamed. In a moment the second man.