I used to love her scoldings. That was when I came down with a fever and was resting at home. She used to come to my flat, prepare food in the morning...then go for work.In the evening she used to come to make me tea. I used to listen to the problems. She told me the amount of pain she had suffered in her husbands home before she moved to the city. Her husband had a low sperm count. So they used to complain and put blame on her rather than him for not having a child. Her late night work had made. He saw hillsides and gullies between them. He saw swirling dust. He saw rocks and boulders and pebbles. But aside from the forty men of his platoon who were spread widely around him, he saw little else."Nothing," he reported to Captain Ayers, who was four kilometers away at the refuel and resupply point. "There's not a goddamn thing out here." Are you sure?" Ayers returned, his voice transmitted on the same tactical channel the platoon members, the sergeants, and the individual men used in. . Celeste.”“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t spent all that much time with these girls naked, but we all change from clothes to swimsuits when we get in the hot tub after dinner on Thursdays. We change in ... what Beth says used to be her room. Since we usually wind up having interesting conversations there that curtail the process after we’ve taken off our regular clothes, it turns out that we often spend five or ten minutes together naked. Finally, since you were all naked, I didn’t want to be. Any man would have killed to fuck my pussy. I had walked about half way past the bushes, when I heard a rustling sound. I thought it might have been a small animal and kept walking. Suddenly, someone jumped out, grabbed me, dragging me back through the bushes. I’m not sure how many men there were, but at least six. I was thrown to the ground and two men were holding me down, by my arms and legs, while a third had stuffed something in my mouth and tied a gag around my head to hold it there..