But as she tried to close the zipper on the first pair of jeans, they were just simply too tight, and the knuckle of her thumb rubbed right across her...clit as she pulled the zipper up. It was exactly the wrong thing to have happen at that moment. All of the stresses as well as the memories of him and everything about him converged in her groin. Her legs clamped together, her face flushed and she stood, frozen in place until the feelings and her orgasm subsided.Thankfully she had been alone in. One was forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat, the other was roughly fucking her pussy, alternating grabbing her hips and spanking her.And Jenny had never been so happy.She heard someone walking by, and saw the telltale flash of a camera. But in this moment, she didn’t care. Mike could take as many pictures or videos as he wanted. She was their slut. And she loved it.Pat began to hold her head down, letting her gasp for air when he released her. Jenny began to. As long as there were no actual fights, I didn't complain. The squad leaders did an excellent job of keeping a lid on that. I made a point of mentioning their skill in that phase of leadership when I submitted my report.This last convoy destruction must have been the straw that broke the camel's back. Some unexpected activity was noted in the besiegers' camp during the night, and they started abandoning their position at the first sign of daylight. They definitely were leaving, so I asked. Theseleft Don not knowing where the next blow would land. She finished upwith two more to the instep which seemed most sensitive.Tears were flowing on Don's face when she finished. "What do you say?"she prompted."Thank you for ddisciplining me Mistress," Don sobbed."Well, I had hoped you would have learned something, but you certainlyare a slow learner. 'Thank you for disciplining' who?"Oh no thought Don, how could I have done that."Sissy thanks you for disciplining her Mistress. Sissy.