And Colonel Ansel thought she was perfect for the job.While the civilian scientists in the project believed she was just a 'personal assistant, ' her ...eal job was to watch over the civilian researchers. Too often, civilians suddenly found morality or quickly succumbed to greed, either wanting to expose the 'evils of the government' or worse.The previous project leader had been a nice enough guy—sort of grandfatherly. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really die of. He grunted a hello to me as he walked across the camp to a bush that was growing on the edge of the camp and started pissing on it. Shaking my head, I was surprised when he turned around squatted and took a dump in a hole that was dug the night before. He then grabbed some leaves off the bush and wiped his ass before pulling up his pants.He walked back to the fire, squatted, and held his hands out to the flames. I could see some shit on his hand and almost puked when he wiped it on his. The total release of control, the fear and excitement of something that felt real and not rehearsed or manufactured. Just raw, ferocious animal fury working her over and turning her out. She was grateful for his initiative, taking and plundering to alleviate her any sense of her responsibility to make choices or set limits and dull the experience. Her fear was even part of it. Heightening every sensation as he pressed the big head of his weapon into her o-ring and instead of protesting, she. My cock hard as steel, rubbing against him, leaked pre-cum. As he withdrew himself from me, he reached for the bottle of lube, lubing my cock up.Straddling my sides, he began to kiss me deeply while slowly lowering his ass onto my bare cock.His extremely tight asshole stretched around the head of my cock as he slowly lowered himself onto me.Our tongues entwined, his moans reverberated through my mouth as my cock entered him further. God was he tight. I could feel ever ring, every lump as my.