She moved her hand towards my pant, I removed my belt and freed my pant for her, let her feel the bulge and feel the fight of my cock which was trying...to come out, I opened my zipper and my boxer, she got hold of my rock hard dick, my dick had few pre-cum because of the kissing and fondling act, she bend down as I rested on the seat rest, she reached to my dick and started to stroke it gently and made up and down movement I was in heaven and pulled her head towards my dick and made her suck it,. A couple of stops in to the trip i heard some people talking…. not knowing when they had gotten on, and not caring, i just kept sucking, i heard someone say what the fuck? i looked over and saw like 7 people watching with an 8th person leaving the car and going into the other car…..i was ready to explode in my pants….iknew all i had to do was touch myself and i’d erupt, but i wanted the BBC i was servicing to erupt either before me or at the same time….i kept sucking his cock, and licking his. You make no reply but grab a handful of my hair and drag me to my feet. I cant help but cry out, even though I know this will make you more angry. Maybe I do it on purpose. You yank my hair, forcing me to look up into your dark eyes. You look me up and down with disgust, and I begin to feel a familiar tingling sensation between my thighs. Did I TELL you to speak? your mouth is right beside my ear now, I feel your hot breath on my cheek. I shake my head as best as I can with most of my hair. My most recent memories of Gitmo were from after 9-11, when it became a military prison for terrorists and anybody else the government could convince itself was a national security threat. Ultimately, it would house more American citizens than Arab terrorists. “GITMO! You sent me to Gitmo? Jesus, the Army wasn’t bad enough, you had to give me to the Navy?” Featherstone laughed loudly at this. At least one of us was enjoying himself.“What the hell am I doing in Gitmo?” I asked. “Doesn’t.