He staggers over, stops, as if hes second guessing himself, then rushes over to the bed, shedding clothes in his wake. I feel Mollys weight shift off...of me as he grabs her hips, pulling her to kneel on the edge of the bed. I have a clear view as he buries his tongue between her legs, lapping up her juices from the orgasm I gave her. I see the Wolf smirk out of the corner of my eye. He slowly begins to fuck me again, laying almost flat on top of me as we both watch Peter eat Mollys cunt. Hes. Uncle Ira had used some delicious barbecue sauce to roast the deer, and soon everyone had it all over their faces, chests, and hands.As I tossed aside my final rib bone, I looked down to see Leo crawling up into my lap to lick at the sauce that had dripped down on my chest. I smiled down at him encouragingly. All around us, men were cleaning each other like animals do. It was an important part of our family bonding. Watching eager tongues going to work on sticky, sweaty bodies was beautiful to. ”“Ah. I have studied war for nine years, and I still have three more years of study ahead of me.”General Hang felt a little embarrassed at being put in his place by a fourteen year old. Then he thought about the number of boarding schools with a military flair around the world that were essentially for kids who were trouble makers. With a few notable exceptions, they tended to produce young men who were disciplined, but in a stiff, proud, and almost condescending way.He glanced at the cadets. I stood there, unable to move, as my body was violated and my mouth invaded by a stranger’s tongue. Finally, the hands retreated and I was pushed to my knees. I heard the sound of belts being unbuckled and zippers being unzipped all around me. “What’s your name, sweetie?” a man asked. “My name's Holly,” I answered in my cute, feminine voice. “Well, around us, you’re only going to address yourself as ‘slut’. Understand?” “Ye —Yes,” I replied, taken aback by his frankness. “Yes what?” he.