I kept my eyes on the screen and then felt his left hand barely touch the top of my right knee. Again I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw th...t he was watching the screen. His hand started to move so slowly up my thigh I thought I was going to explode in my jeans. His knee was still pressed against mine and his left hand was now on the inside of my thigh about and inch from my crotch. He moved slowly over my bulge, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I was stretching my white briefs so. "Yea but first you're gonna show the guys how you suck a man's cock younasty little fuck-slut." He laughed as he slapped my ass and lay backon the sofa-bed. "Get up on all-fours on the bed and take off my shortsbitch," he snapped. "Let the lads have a good look at your arse as youworship your mans erect cock."Obviously by now (for all of you that have read the first four parts ofthis story) I didn't need telling twice; I climbed on the bed andthrust my bottom up in the air as I kissed his penis. Unusually, this call-out lasted a month. The terrorist upsurge was widespread, and even with Regular Army reinforcements we remained called-out. I was almost a full-time soldier. I was putting in 16-hour patrols and rotating onto 24-hour guard duties so I could get some sleep. Eventually the situation stabilised and we reverted to normal duties. I knew I was just a number being used. I needed to get a normal life.Declan, my former tutor at the Tech, sent me a letter. He asked me to call in to. " Okay, Charlie. Standby."A few minutes later, Mindy came on the radio. She said, "Calling Charlie. Calling Charlie. How are my future son in-law and my daughter?" We are fine, Missus Mindy. Is Jacob there, I need to speak to him, please." Here he is. I want to talk to Andrea later, too." Hello, Charlie. Where are you?" I'm in Bakersfield." Are-are you okay?" We're fine. We were attacked and the attackers didn't fare well. There was a rumor that you had been thrown from a plane." You have to be.