"(Sector) "Dunno, man, I mean, if the guy was armed, I suppose ... Did you see a gun?"(Castro) "Gun? Ah, sure, I think so."(MOAC) "Not very convincing... don't you think?"(Sector) "You'd better be sure, man, because you know those motherfuckers will come after you."(MOAC) "And, ironically, you, son."Junior Lieutenant Castro had two hours before relief. In that time, he watched the smoke billowing from the wreck agitated. His subsequent radio messages to Greene were rambling and panicky. The MOAC. Her gaping hole was begging me to fill it up again, and Ana made crystal clear she wasn't done yet by spreading her butt cheeks with her hands. The feeling of her tight ass grabbing my cock as I pushed it back in, the moaning in front of me, the smile on Vicky's face, it was all perfect. Too perfect, as I felt my body readying itself for a big blast. I was already thinking about where and how I would finish, when Ana pushed her body upwards. I held her against my chest, biting her neck, just in. She had just finished a double shift and her bones ached with weariness by the time she was done.Four years. Four years of doing the same dead-end job, scrimping and saving and still never having enough. It had been two years ago that she finally realized that she couldn't keep going on like this, so she started going to night school, trying to get an associates degree."Goodbye," she said with a friendly nod at her coworker. As she opened the door, all she wanted to do was go home and go to. ?No matter how you struggle, I just keep toying with you!" It felt real good. ?My cock was rock hard and throbbing, but it was torment because she would not stop the intense stimulation. ?I struggled and pulled the ropes, I was moaning and wet with sweat, breathing hard. ?Finally she stopped. ?She moved back and began slow very slow strokes the length of my cock. The stimulation was even more intense but so slow that relief was impossible. ?I could see how much see was enjoying tormenting me..