Then she said something quite wonderful... "I wanna suck your cock in the worst way." She unzipped my jeans and immediately dragged her tongue up and ...own the shaft of my dick. The way she held my rock hard cock was more than enough to realize she knew what she was doing. Up and down she sucked my cock, drooling all over the head of my penis. She tried to literally suck my dick right off my body. It was incredible. She then started moving upward, kissing my stomach and chest. Then she worked. Closing my eyes, I could almost hear the whine of the choppers' turbineengines, smell the sickly sweet scent of their hot hydraulic fluids asit mingled with sweat and nervous perspiration of the men around me. Itwas a very human response to pending danger, one that prepared the bodyfor fight or flight. Only I never had the option to take advantage ofthe latter. I was the platoon's medic, someone who was expected to goforward whenever I heard the pitiful cries of a wounded mate, a friendwho. She: Don’t you need breakfast?Me: I am having my breakfast.She: I know the way you see me and you are a good guy so I am allowing you.Me: You are making me a bad guy now and see how I will make you a bad girl and squeezed her boobs.She: Slowly!!! U have all the time in the world.Slowly I removed her shirt while her hand was full of dough and she was saying wait I will wash my hands and I didn’t allow her and started to rub her pussy inserting my hands.She was just in her bra and shorts and it. I feel violated.My mind is confused, I am conflicted, and I… don’t… know… what… to… think! I don’t know how I feel!So, as I sit in the dark, tied to a chair, following the climax of Act Two – my climax! I feel humiliated, excited, fulfilled, ashamed, betrayed! While the lights were still off, Miriam came over to me, quickly undid the scarves binding me to the chair, dragging me up, and walking me off the stage. As we left the stage, the lights began to come up again.The audience was still.