. Through my outfit and his slacks, myquivering thighs feel his rock-hard, pulsing erection, as I helplesslysit on his lap, my arms bound behind me at...the wrists and elbows,unable to stop or even protest the continuous onslaught of his greedyhands, constantly caressing, grabbing, pinching, slapping, pressing,slipping between my thighs, pushing against my flattened by thetightness of the pantyhose and the swimsuit crotch, making me moan likea whore, and feel like one too... So wrong for a man to. “About four years… I didn’t want to risk our friendship,” I replied as he shook his head. “So… gay and straight men can’t be friends?” he asked. “Coby… when people find out I’m gay, that will put you in a bad light,” I explained. “After twelve years, you should know that I don’t give a fuck about what people think,” he replied somewhat irritated. I just shrugged in reply. After a short pause he questioned, “Have you ever tried it with a woman?” “I haven’t even had proper sex with a man, let. We'll see how longyou dick stays up before it goes down. No, I don't have a one trackmind. It has lots of tracks. They just all lead to my pussy when I'mwith a guy. I mean, if things hadn't gone they way they did, I'd be theone with a dick who had his choice of hot chicks. Stick to the point?Okay, if you stick your point in me. Promise or I'm not talking. What?Move my hand? Oh, that hand. Sorry. Got ahead of myself. And you'll getsome great head later. Well, it's not my fault they sent a guy. Immediately a projection appeared on the glass in front of the two men, giving them a bird’s eye view of the soldiers in their position.The first soldier of the three never had a chance. Barely getting his head turned to the right his lights were put out by a quick knee to the temple. It was only when he hit the ground that the other two spun around. The first one was able to block the kick to his head with his rifle while the other quickly pulled a knife and moved in for an attack. .