.around her vaginal edge...to imbibe the pleasure and watch my own wife’s tits being sucked off and her dress now held at her waist...I could see th... red head...sucking right into my wife's dark fur patch. God it made me want to pump the brunette bent in front of me...so hard.I jammed my cock deep into the brunette who was holding her own ankles. God she was tight and warmly wet. She flexed her own inner muscles and joined my pummelling with her own constricted movements. Sweet cock bliss.I was. “We got our hair cut,” Bree said, graciously leaving out the “duh” that I could hear in her voice. I looked at my red-headed friend and shook my head to clear it.Bree’s hair was mostly gone. She had the wildest red hair I’d ever seen, a little more than shoulder length when it was down. Now it was tightly cropped around her head in a boy-cut. It was about the same length as mine now that I’d been barbered.Melody stepped forward and gave me a little kiss as soon as Donna had the apron off of me.. I then began to add the frag grenades on it and of course it just got heavier. I moved and jumped some and taped the things that rattled. Unlike my first recon mission, I wasn’t going to wear my ghillie suit. With it on, there was no way I could cover enough ground in the time I had. I was hoping that darkness, the lack of NV gear by the towelheads and me being sneaky as hell would be enough. Plus, I planned on holing up during the days.Next I started to work on my pack. I loaded a crapload of. “Who do you belong to?” “You, my Master,” I smiled, and put my hand on His thigh as we drove to our destination. “We’re going to the airport.” He said. “Are we picking someone up, Master?” I asked. “No, dropping someone off.” My heart stopped. I looked at Him and must have looked scared. He put His hand on mine and smiled, “It’s ok, my slut, I booked your tickets a couple of weeks ago to go and meet John.” I was stunned and looked at Master, “What do you mean?” I asked. “You’re leaving.