Without any training, the commander led his squad at a rush for the nearest of the houses only to find himself flat on his back with an agonising pain...in his side.Looking down the man saw his body armour had been shredded and blood and the raw flesh of a wound were visible. He realised he had been shot."I've been hit! Shit, I've been hit. Help me someone, help me."When he turned his head he saw another man lying beside him. He wasn't moving and his eyes were open, but lifeless. The remainder of. I was slightly afraid, but I wanted it anyway. He lifted my legs and press his knob against my anus while grabbing a bottle of lube off the bedside table. He poured some of the liquid over the end of his knob and on his fingers, which he then proceeded to rub into my hole. I looked up at him and smiled. “How are you doing, baby?” he asked, smiling back at me. “I’m fine,” I replied. He pushed gently, easing his cock inside me. It hurt a bit at first, but after a minute or two, I felt more. ”Next, Lori slid a sleep mask over Lexie’s eyes, so she would be blindfolded. Lori had read about how denying one of the senses would heighten others in one of the magazines her mother’s boyfriend thought was hidden under the seat of his truck. She had read that magazine from cover to cover and had rubbed her pussy while looking at the pictures for months while she waited for Lexie’s summer visit.She took scarves and tied Lexie’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Then she took her mother’s. "I didn't know the school charged you so much for painting your room back to that ugly off-white." Please, just stop!" I managed to wheeze out. My stomach was beginning to hurt from laughing.She carefully laid her sandwich down, took mine out of my hands, and pounced on top of me; punching me repeatedly."Okay, okay!" I managed to get out.She punched me one last time for good measure before she went back to eating her sandwich."So how was your freshman year?" she asked in an obvious bid to.