And then I was staring at her pussy which I wasn't expecting as I was expecting to see knickers. "You bad girl," I said. "You went out without knicker...." "No," she replied. "I was wearing knickers when I left." My cock suddenly went hard. "So why did you take them off?" I asked. "I didn't," she said, and before I could say anything else she said, "Have a smell." I leant forward and sniffed. I could smell her sex but there was also the unmistakeable smell of lubricant, spermicide and that. Scott had wound him up too hard and now he was going to make him his bitch."You're fucking asking for it you little faggot."With that Gladiator increase pressure and Scott screamed. He pushed harder and harder until finally the head of his dick entered the tight hole. He pulled Scott closer to him and slowly began entering his entire rod balls deep inside. Scott tried clinging to the bed but all that oil made him slide right along and his penetration continued.When his balls were resting. My body still sore from the abuses I had suffered the day before, I decided I would do my best to satiate him with my mouth, to give my bruises more time to heal. I lowered my head to him and plunged into my work with abandon, moaning with apparent satisfaction as I practiced my skills. But before I could complete my task, he withdrew from me and pushed me down on my back. My wrists ached, trapped in the small of my back against the rough carpet of the van, as he brought his weight on top of. He could see the new members look at each other in confusion because they were under the distinct impression the bombs were intended for them.Desmond knew that they were certainly not the target because they would probably not be worth the expense of a full scale bombing run with the remaining Air Force assets. It was probably for some defensive point that had made trouble for the Central Command down in San Diego and marked for destruction because of its isolated location.After thinking on it.