I might as well have been a punching bag. The sonofabitch. That's the trouble with most men; the only thing a woman's any good for is punching their d...ck into. When they've got their load off, they couldn't care less!I got out of there as fast as I could. My bra wasn't any good without the shoulder straps, and I carried it in my hand. There wasn't anybody in the hall and I just went down it to my apartment. I was inside but hadn't quite got the door shut when I heard that whiny, super-perfect. "Wait!" Rhykov commanded, "not yet! Your men would be butchered before they got within range. We must draw them on." That tank can't leave the road, Commander, a few of us might make it before..." I admire your courage, but not your common sense. We wait, tell your men to stay down." The VLV Officer crawled off. "If they suspect they're heading into a trap, Pavel, they will deploy their infantry. They must think there's only a few hotheads. Keep the Bazooka teams back, you must tell them to. I treated both nipples equally with attention and then kissed my way down Sasha's flat stomach. I let my fingers go into the waistband of her panties and pulled them off of her and onto the floor. The look of lust and carnal desire was firmly set in Sasha's eyes. That look made me shiver with excitement, but I did not get distracted for long. I caught the aroma of Sasha's womanhood. It was a musky sweet scent and it totally took control of me. I could not wait much longer to taste her. I. She stayed bent over for a few moments, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath, and return to equilibrium. Ultimately, she straightened up, put her clothes back on, and headed up the stairs. She stopped in the kitchen for a glass of water, and Scott came wandering in. He looked at her strangely for a second, and she asked, "What's up?" You look kind of flushed, and you've got tear tracks down your face. Have you been crying?" Oh. No. I took a load of laundry down, and stepped on a.