Next she looked wildly round the room and her eyes settled on the pepper grinder in the middle of the table. Hell it was not so unlike a big dick in...shape but the head was huge and as she grabbed it I suddenly realised what was happening! I had now blown the whistle three times, not just once! Already she was pulling her knickers to one side and pressing the head of this big pepper grinder against her pussy lips. There was lots of giggling and some of the guys stated whooping then a group. A man with a camera appeared, this one a shifty looking blonde Germanic soul that spoke Dutch as well, she was by now pleading in Dutch for mercy that was obvious, but they ignored her for a while, then gave leather man, gave her a backhanded slap to silence her, which it did, very effectively. She lay quietly crying on the straw floor, waiting for the men to do whatever they were going to, too her, or with her. Even micky looked uncomfortable, though whether it was for the girl, or his being. Aoooahhhhh…ahhh jaisi awaaz nikali phir maine uska bra khola khote hi uske boobs uchal kar bahar aaye jaise wo kab se band the usne bahot tight bra peheni thimai ne uske boobs muh me lekhar chusta raha uska badan machal raha tha wo wo awwazein nikal rahi thi phir maine uske boobs ko 30 min tak masalta raha aurUske baad usne kaha ab daal do jaldi daalo mai usko tadpana chahta tha wo chilla rahi thi daalo plz daalo jaldi maine phir apna lund uske chut pe rakha aur ek dhire se jhatka mara mera. If it's my time, it's my time. Nothing I can do about that. At least we made it through the refuel and re-arm process.That had been a bit hairy in and of itself. The Martian artillery had been deliberately targeting the refuel points all day long, sometimes doing tremendous damage, causing nasty, messy death. It was during this process that troops were exposed, that fueling hoses were exposed, that live ammunition was out in the open just waiting to be prematurely detonated by a close.