His contact would get ten percent of the fee for arranging the job. Parsons had done a lot of work for America First in the past seven years. He had t...ken his first job for them shortly after he'd been unceremoniously dumped by the U.S. Army for taking a few liberties with an Iraqi war widow.Parsons knew he couldn't possibly be the first soldier to grab a woman off the street and drag her into an alleyway but the Army wanted to portray that he was. Hell, he wasn't the only one who had done it. I was his. Me: The cute girl, who always followed what she was told, was now a sixteen year old boy’s toy. I was his slut. I whimpered, and one of his hands wiped the tears from my eyes and rested on my cheek.He thrust in, and pulled out quickly. His lips found mine again; he did as he wanted to me. Each thrust was agonizing, but ten times more pleasure overwhelmed the pain. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and played with them while he thrust in and pulled out. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t judge,” Trish responds.Of course, she is lying. She is definitely judging. Her eyes wander around your living space as she courteously walk slowly behind your dragging amble. There are empty Mountain Dew cans, greasy pizza boxes, and candy wrappers across the floor. The entire place has not been cleaned in months. It is filthy.Trish noticed that you have a computer desk in the corner of the room, which is where you had been sitting before the doorbell sounded. The desk. ”“Alright monkey, just make sure those shields are down.”She turned and hissed orders in Borealan to the pack who were lined up next to her, one replied, surly, and she whipped the back of its head with a swift blow from her tail, it readjusted its helmet and aimed at the door, snarling unhappily. It seemed as if Raz was indeed back in control of the Borealan pack.I spread the word down the line and a few of the trainees swapped out to plasma, while others trained their railguns on the blast.