‘So, like what, for instance, do you mean?’ ‘Take off your panties’. Staring at me, almost in disbelief, she said ‘so, like , go to the wash...oom and remove them?’. ‘No’, I said, ‘pull them off from under your dress right here.’ ‘Well, that’s just ridiculous,’ she said, ‘I’m not doing that, someone might see!’ I said nothing, continued my meal, and made no eye contact. About 10 minutes later, amongst some fumbling, she said ‘there, you happy?’ while beginning to stuff her panties slyly and. Pulling the gear into Drive. “It compels you to tell the truth.” Then he pulled out of the parking spot and eased us over to the street.“Why do you think I would lie?” I asked, leaving the seatbelt on.“Well, would you?” he asked in return.Before I could even think of a way to answer the question, I said, “Yes.”His smile turned into a knowing grin. “See? Everyone lies, even if by omission.”I grumbled and then said, “You do understand that we, as human beings, need to lie. It’s a defense. 'When a fellow soldier has received a non-fatal blow causing momentary unconsciousness, vigorously rub/massage various soft, fleshy appendages.'", said Roc quoting from the manual.Mary was not amused. "Does it say 'tits' anywhere in the manual, corporal? Appendages are arms and legs, not tits. Where did you get the idea that you should maul my breasts in from of T'sar? How is he supposed to respect me as a soldier, never mind a leader?"Corporal Roc was verbally back pedaling, trying to get back. I gently pulled my thumb out of her tight hole and poured a generous amount of the Olive oil on to her butt crack. "Ooh that's cold," she squealed. I pushed my cock back and forth to lift her mood up again before I wet my thumb again but this time with the olive oil. The thumb went a lot easier this time back in to her asshole. Camila's asshole opened easily and swallowed my thumb fully. "Oh that's better. Keep moving your cock inside me," she instructed as she tried getting used to sensation.