. nothing. Lessa motioned for the others to come up next to her, frowning. Was it even still active? Was THIS the abandoned camp, and the one they ble... up... ? She stopped that thought. No ... hands going to her neck, Lessa brought the night vision goggles up to her eyes. She hated actually wearing the fuckers, but they had their uses. Ah, NOW she could see the lights. Still not many, and mostly placed to make them hard to see from the air, but there were some. Satisfied, she looked over at. After several seconds of silence, where both of you look towards the screen, the man half sighs, half purrs in comfort. 'Mmm, still warm.' You feel frozen to the spot, like everyone in the cinema is listening to you two and can even hear you breathe and every small shifting of your feet. They cannot, of course, and the man calmly pops the lid from around the rim of the cup and draws the straw out. He moves to place it on the ground and grazes along your leg with the wetted tip at the same. .” She stopped in between but I understood. She was really liking this but was sure that her husband wont allow her to wear it. I said “Sorry Maam, main aapko naya blouse sil doonga aur aap ye bhi rakh lijiye kyonki yeh to mere liye bekaar hai”. She looked at me and smiled and probably got impressed with my offer. I left the shop indicating that she can change now.I gave her a call 2 days later and told her that her new blouse is ready. She requested me to deliver it at home. I asked her if. I melted, my own hands moving to cup her face as her tongue raped my mouth and my own tongue swirled around her in welcome. She spun me around, and pushed me down over my desk, spanking my ass again and again. “So my obedient little white cunt is big tough Sgt? Answer me!” She sounded teasing, but each strike was hard, my ass was burning, my pussy was getting soaked. “Yes ma’am,” I answered. That is how I would address an officer, not a damned corporal I outranked!! She laughed at me, running.