I wished like hell I had time to replace the already damaged layer of my ceramic body armor plates.The driver was certainly correct: There were more t...welheads than the Captain had complaints. I began firing Ma Deuce and then ran into a huge issue. The injured gunner had fired so many rounds through this Ma Deuce that the barrel was shot out. I ducked back into the Humvee and the driver complained, "What the hell are you doing? Get back on the gun before we all die!"I scrambled toward the back. Masters and Mistresses decide that. If a master wants to fuck a slave in public, they can do so. Slaves just do as they are told. "The next day I was taken to the auction block to sell my virginity. It was exciting!" Slave Velvet stopped to moan. My fingers touched a pleasure spot. I have to remember this for the future. "They put leg irons on me. I objected. I said that I would not run away. Did you know what they said?" "The leg irons are there to keep you from being stolen." "Yes" She said.. It was too dark to notice but the way he was angled I could just see that there was a tent in his jeans. Also the hole next to it looked dark. Could he have "gone commando" as they say...?That would be so hot.I whispered again. "You okay?" Yeah." You want to sleep?" Sure." You should probably have a beer."Before I realized it was in his hand he opened a can. Down the hatch it went for him."You need any pajamas? I have long underwear in my room." Nah. Don't have any clothes."I couldn't help but. ‘I love a working gal’ he whispered in jest, while nibbling on Jenni’s ear. ‘Well, there’s lots of work to do’ Jenni replied in mock severity, hoping to goad Hank into helping. Hank paid no attention and continued his ear nibbling and kisses. Jenni sighed deeply. In resignation? In pleasure? Maybe a little of both, she thought to herself. She angled her head away from Hank and tried to continue working, but he wouldn’t stop. Jenni continued scrubbing, but only half-heartedly now. Hank was.