Cautiously, the Russians followed him as he opened a deckhouse hatch and went inside."Roscoe!" he called, "US Navy, anyone home?"His voice reverberate... around the cabin, but he received no answering hail. They appeared to be in a mess room. There was a wooden long table with a dozen metal chairs bolted to the deck. Behind was a servery hatch to a small galley, the steel stove was polished to perfection marred only by slight blueing above the mirror surface of the oven door. It was navy spit and. His Lieutenant, Swithin Blaydon, was a fussy little man, who held a greatly inflated opinion of his own abilities but was completely ineffectual as an officer. He allowed the men of the company to do much as they pleased, which seemed to consist mainly of drinking, fornicating and indulging in looting and plundering. One morning, as I was riding on the east of my area, I saw a group of Braxton-Clark’s men ransacking a cottage. I suppose the dwelling was in Braxton-Clark’s district but I. All completely in?”Natasha :”Almost :)”Me: ” You are deep babe..and how about your vagina? ;)”Natasha:” Shit.. i was talking about my vagina! I can’t take that much in my ass..”Me: “we will see that.”Natasha:”Naughty, where is your friend”Me: “he is gonna board from this station. Here he is”I raised my hand and called him over. He came in with another friend of his. We all nodded acknowledging each others presence.Natasha messaged in the group “who is the 3rd guy”Amit:” just a friend…. Chad was going crazy. The awful soap was back in his mouth again. Thehorrible taste was all he could think about. He tried to struggle, buttied as he was there wasn't much he could do. And she was still holdingit there... not letting go! There were real tears running down from hiseyes when he finally felt her pull it out again."That was for using words that I never want to hear you use again!"Chad wanted to spit out every bit of the foul liquid that was fillinghis mouth, but she was.