The waitress picks up the big sweet lemon meringue pie and puts it in position to launch into Elizabeth s face. The look on Liz's face is priceless. I...get a hard-on tenting in my pants thinking about her pied in her face by a sexy waitress.Liz says, "Oh wait."Liz begins to get comfortable in her seat as she prepares herself for the big sweet thick lemon meringue pie to the face.I began to say, "Oh Liz, it'll be okay."Eve says, "Ok, here it goes."Liz says, "Oh my God."Eve lifts her hand and. She gagged as she took my cock down her throat and saliva was starting to poor from her mouth. I looked down at her and moaned and started to fuck her mouth faster.She gagged and coughed hard and tears started to run from her eyes and it didnt take long until one of her hands was tapping on my leg for me to stop. All I wanted to do was to brutally fuck her throat at that moment but I pulled out so that she could catch her breath again.I slapped her face with my cock and spread out the saliva so. "I suppose I could give him a quick call," Tuck said pulling his own phonefrom the man purse he carried, "I just don't want to disturb him, he can bequite busy and is cross if I disturb him." Nonsense, just tell him that Mrs. Getty suggested that you call him totell him how the day was going," she smiled her hands crossed on the tablewaiting for Tuck's compliance with her suggestion."I suppose that should be ok then, I imagine he won't be cross with me if Ishare that you suggested I do so."Tuck. "And they may never find your gonads."She added for effect, "And these aren't guns, these are rifles. Where the hell did you do your boot camp?!" Then she recited a variation of every drill sergeant's mantra. "'This is your rifle; this is your gun. This is for fighting; this is for fun.' Maybe you should just go read Battle Cry."Matthews stood at our rear watching the shocked officer and a gathering of snickering marines. He appeared quite pleased with his new acquisitions.Rachel took charge.