‘And… Sorry to hear about your parents. I hope they pull through.’ ‘Thanks,’ I said, woodenly. My parents were fine and I certainly hadn’t...requested a transfer. Had Michael arranged this – somehow? But that wasn’t possible. Arranging transfers took time and transferring out of Guantanamo was a big deal. And he hadn’t even known when I was arriving, I’d had no interest in leaving a paper trail with Navy personnel. ‘Enjoy your stay,’ he said. He handed me a base map with my future lodgings. I went straight to his room, where as usual he was fooling around with his basket ball wearing just a micro mini short. I have seen him earlier in this attire but that day somehow I was feeling bit uneasy. We decided to study, but again the same stuff. He kept on fooling around the room and I was just trying to concentrate.It was 9pm, his mom called us for the dinner. We both obliged to her and went down to the dining table me and Abhi was seated at the one side of the table, aunty and Adi’s. I'm done putting up with it." He spun me around and bent me over the couch and roughly pulled my jeans down. He ripped my thong off, breaking the left string, and smacked me hard on the ass. I screamed and lifted my ass in the air, feeling my pussy juice start to drip down my leg. God yes, God yes, this is going to be fun, I thought as I bit my lip and dug my nails into the couch. "Is this what you fucking want, Tayler?! Is this how it's going to have to be?!" he yelled smacking me on the ass. ’s hands.The bedroom grew silent as they rested in the darkness and all dreamed of the quiet majesty of their homeland and the stillness of the constant struggle to stay on top of the food chain at all costs.Tarzan Jr. woke up with Whitey on one side and Blackie on the other.He woke them up and had Blackie mount Whitey’s nicely curved hips with her legs giving him a nice double target of Black and White bums arranged for his morning pleasure. He slowly ran his rampant cock up and down both of.