You don't want to pull that out."Gunfire masked Jack's reply as the fucking towelheads had moved to the now missing roof access door. I was pissed and...decided to end this firefight in the biggest hurry I could manage. I pulled two grenades off my tactical vest, pulled the pins, popped the handles and tossed them through the opening in the roof. The roof erupted in screams and burning flesh. Jack swore, "Damn Banzai, what are you doing using incendiary grenades? Now the whole place smells. My pussy tingled with excitement. I grabbed a handful of clean towels and headed towards the showers. The seniors we’re inside already and calling for their slaves. Laurie shot me a look and handed me a bar of soap. “Have fun.” She said grimly. Alex was already inside and on her knees. She had her head buried in Cassie’s wet pussy while she washed herself. Another senior, Jen, I think her name was, grabbed my wrist. “Clean me slut.” She spread her arms and legs so I could get the soap onto. I still feel salty though, which isn’t awesome. A thin, white sheet is draped over my body. I'm not comfortable, but I am far more so than I would be on one of the benches we passed; or if they had left me in the ocean.As I flit between consciousness and not, I start realizing how erotic the imagery floating through my subconscious is. I can feel the blood pulsing toward my cock. It twitches a little in response to the images, and then begins to swell. Once again, my heartbeat sends a strong. Jamaker secretly enjoyed Pamela’s kinky aristocratic behaviour.Pamela’s apparent maternal visits were simply a charade; to satisfy a more urgent need. All Jamaker was required to do in the comfort of her own luxurious room, was pretend to be half asleep while her snatch was expertly sucked and her clitoris nibbled; before producing a genuine shuddering climax.Both were satisfied without a word spoken and Jamaker’s head would settle back into her pillow as Pamela crept out of her room; her lust.