I nodded.“How’d it happen?” she asked.“Car accident. Just some random thing.”She rushed into my arms, eyes misting over, and hugged me tight...as I held her.“I’m so sorry, Paul,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I know how much she meant to you.”I nodded; my eyes stung, and I blinked back tears of my own. I shook my head, as if doing so could ward off the tears that were welling up. I was a grown man, I hadn’t cried in years. Many years.“When’s the funeral?” she asked.I swallowed. I any which way was about to start the action, but seems like she just read my mind and now my semi erect cock was in her hand and she started stroking it. I just tapped on her back when she started giving me the handjob, she looked at me and asked, “What?” I replied without saying a word and she understood what I wanted.She slowly moved down and started licking my dick from base to top. She licked it two more times and raised her head and said, “You came fully prepared for the night, right?” I. If they got to melee range they could reverse that ratio quickly. And that was the problem. Sure we would kill them in huge numbers and a blocking force of two hundred marines would kill more than ten thousand attacking Sa'arm. It sounds great until you realize that a small Sa'arm attack was fifty to one hundred thousand warriors. It didn't matter that we would kill thousands, they still overran the position and usually killed the majority of the defenders.Colonel Yarnway and Major Lynch didn't. Nobody knew her, and her family was all miles and miles away. She was the perfect victim. I planned mine and Hank's visit for a Friday night. I'd been collecting lots of toys for our special night. In a bag, I'd gathered duct tape, an ass plug, dog collar and leash, y-clamps to hit her nipples and clit altogether, and rope. I also figured a knife would be useful in getting her to cooperate, so I threw in the sharpest one I found in the kitchen. Even Hank seemed excited, like he knew exactly.