Most of the thugs who had robbed someone; had the money and they had consumed a ½ liter bottle of their favorite fucking liquor and now their mother ...ucking dick had come to life and they needed a fucking. A whore on the street was no big deal and the last problem was the place where such short stay hotels were the best fit. They would walk in with cash, get the key, get in the room, fuck and also mess up the whole room in about an hour or so, return the key and walk out for their next pray on. I was mesmerized on the touch of his lips on mine. I could feel his bulging muscles all over my slender body. Esha in the meantime was stroking Rohan’s cock. Rohan lifted up my skirt and started licking my asshole from over the thong I was wearing. I started moaning. I said I love you, Rohan.He said shut up bitch. You’re just a whore for my use. He then pushed me off the bed and grabbed esha and started fondling her breasts. I was so aroused. He then called me up. He made me and esha lay over. Later that morning, the base commander was surprised when I told him that I couldn’t re-enlist due to family problems at home that required me to be there long-term. I assured him that it just came up last night or I would have given him more notice.“You’ll be hard to replace,” he told me. “You have an uncanny knack of being a counselor and teacher to your men one minute and chewing someone a new anal orifice the next. Your men know that they can talk to you and know that there will be. For example, he thought, what were the chances that Glenda would have spotted him in that store and then recognized him after all these years? What were the chances that they would have blended together so easily after so many years apart? Paul knew the longest odds; it was that he, a widower set in his own difficult ways, could be reopened by any woman. Glenda had untied the knot named Paul Crane. He didn't know how she had done it, but she had made it look easy. Paul multiplied the.