Just as the finger finally came out and her ass hole closed, Miss Pretty gave an extra squeal of pain which released an emotion in me that I do not wi...h to discuss. At that moment in time, my cock got even harder than it had been before and all I could think of was pulling Miss Pretty back down the table and burying my engorged cock up to my balls in that hot little virginal cunt whilst also shoving two fingers up her tight little ass to make her squeal some more. I cannot believe that I could. It was too late I’d already seen the dildo buried in her pussy as she was laid back in her chair with one leg on the desk. What Rachel didn’t know about me was is that I never ever miss an opportunity to take control of a situation when the cards seem to be in my hand. “Now Rachel why the hell would I want to get out when I could stay and watch the show?”“Just get out will you, fucking pervert”“Pervert!! You are calling me a pervert when you the one with your trousers and knickers round your. That fortnight was something like the 'real' army, and I didn't experience any flashbacks then, so it must be the amount of time spent, or not, in a military environment which determined the frequency of flashbacks, or at least it seemed to be in my case.On September 10th I moved into my apartment in Bourne Mansions, and celebrated both milestones — my promotion to CQMS and becoming a property owner — by conducting an energetic battle with Stephanie on her war game table.This was followed by an. "Ever had a tit job, baby?" she asked."No. How does this work? I've never done a titty-fuck before," William said."You just relax, lover, and let me take care of you," Ruth told him.He looked at his cock, lying deep in her cleavage. It was an amazing sight, her massive tits completely enveloping his cock with just the purple head peeking out from between the two fleshy pillows.She placed her hands on the outer sides of her tits and pressed them together, trapping his raging hard-on between.