“Oh, holy fuck. Oh my god,” I sputtered out. “Oh, oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”She stopped licking me. With her still fingers inside me, she as...ed, “Do you deserve to cum?”I tried to think through my thick cloud of lust. “Do… do I?”There was a brief pause. Then both my master and the stranger chuckled.I frowned, hands reaching for my blindfold.“Bad girl,” the woman scolded. She playfully swatted my hands away. She climbed up, on top of me. Her hands held my wrists down.Her lips met mine. They were. He dragged her body back to him as he worked off his pants. Squirming only proved to tighten his grip, digging his fingers painfully into her flesh.He climbed up on top of her, straddling her legs. One hand pressed down on the center of her back; his body leant forward, pressing his weight into her. His other hand guided his cock between her thighs. All resistance left her limbs. All she could do is whimper in pain and moan with pleasure as he forced himself into her inadequately lubricated. This time I pulled all the way out after I came and sat on a chair. I was soaked from the effort I had put into her. It’s not often I fuck a woman for over a half hour, and this had been incredibly strenuous I glanced over at her. She was still lying on the table, but now she had a beautifully satisfied look on her face. I went over and kissed her face and sat back down. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. I want to fuck you again before that slutty sister of mine gets home” she said. She looked. ”“Shit!” was the universal response.In any event, that was for the future. That afternoon, after the memorial service, Brigade sent down an investigation team from Baghdad, to figure out what had happened at Al Qasra. Any action where you lose four soldiers and put two more into the hospital long term was considered significant, and not in a good way. Second and Third Squads were grilled, as was Lieutenant Southerland. Everything about Yankee North was picked apart, from the planning to the.