“Go, now!”Hogan directed bleary eyed Newkirk and LeBeau to “clean” Klink’s office.“I expect you back in five minutes. That’s an order.�...“Yes, sir.” They were back in five.“Everything?”“Yes, sir.”He cited his French brother:“Louie?”The Frenchman’s eyes were glistening with tears, though none had crested and fallen.“I am returning to France, Colonel, qui?”“Qui, Louie, we’re all going home. It is time.”“Uh, Mr. Hogan, uh, sir?”Sgt. Andrew Carter, demolition man for the group, his comedic moxie. He bent and started licking my right breast while pressing the other. My mind was telling to push him away as this is very wrong, my mind told me that he is 25 years older to you how can you let him do this. But my body was loving everything that was happening- the touch of Swamiji’s hands on my bare body and the unique feeling of being naked in such an open space.As he was sucking my nipples , I started moaning softly. Then he took the hand that was massaging my breasts and kept it on my. ..UNHHHH!" "Nnnnnnnuuuunnnngggg......UMPH......" was all she could articulate as her mouth was coated with semen. Leon had finally reached his limit, pumping Nancy's mouth with a late night snack that should hold her until at least breakfast. Swallowing what felt like mouthful after mouthful, Nancy never quite considered spitting it out. Must have been force of habit. ["Nancy, you look bitchin with a cock up your ass! I'll be getting some of that myself." Bob's voice was just a little hoarse. The pressure of the air reluctantly into my bottom hole caused gas bubbles. With a cry of anguish and strange euphoria came spasm from around my stuffed farting pink pucker hole.“Okay, I’m going to give you something you have deserved for years! The Robesonian, Missy Stockard reporter had no choice, but endure.As my teacher positioned the rod column behind me, I gasped“You will thank me when I’m finished with you”, Sir said as he rammed the wide rubber rippled rod sleeve into my stretched.