I react adversely to being zapped by a stinger—wipes out up to three days worth of memories. The two Marines flanked me and pointed their stingers a... me."You think you're hot shit!" Colonel Dorman snarled. He slammed a meaty fist in my stomach, lifting me off my feet, and followed up with a fist to my jaw. I slumped to the ground and the colonel gave me several kicks. Think whatever you want—my options were taking a beating and hoping that help would arrive before he did anything fatal to me or. I yelled like some one was trying to kill me, and I thought that he would. Thankfully he didn't tear my insides up, but caused me to tremble and shake so violently that he just laid there on top of my butt and let my convulsing body work his steel hard fuck snake. I laid there under Jerome as he moaned and sighed as my body spasm-ed uncontrollably. Once I settled down a little, Jerome begin again to grind tortuously slow in to me again. With each movement I trembled from the tips of my. Did you notice that black guy checking me out?” “I think everyone in there checked you out, even the girl behind the counter.” She stopped walking and looked at me. “Really?” “Yes. And why not? You look beautiful.” She blushed. “Thanks. But look at you. They had to notice that chest on you.” “Oh, I don’t know. I think they were mostly looking at your chest.” . Closing her eyes, Marge leaned her head back onto his chest, releasing a soft moan that sounded like a purr.Marge ignored the movement of her dress until she felt someone sliding against her legs. Opening her eyes and looking down, her dress flowed over someone crouching, someone nudging her legs. The man behind her nibbled her neck and then her earlobe. Marge closed her eyes, lost in the sensuous feeling, her hand covering one of the man's squeezing her tit. She spread her legs simply to keep.