She opened her eyes and looked down before her. She was dimly aware of the crowded hall. As was tradition, the audience took their cue from her to ind...lge in their own pleasures in earnest, and had waited until the Slave began eating her out. Now the throne room was filled with moans and groans, the slapping sounds of hard flesh driving into soft. But she ignored it all, filtered it out, focusing only on the Slaves cock bobbing before her. It was long and thick, the head swollen and purple. A. .. I managed to escape training troop with my 2nd stripe after 4 weeks of hating it as much as the recruits hated it ... I ducked back to the bush as they were desperately short of trackers and resumed my normal nomadic way of life ... Sounds silly but tracking troop often sent 2 or 3 guys out to different units to track for them so we seldom saw our boss and CSM ... I was really pissed off when I was found 6 weeks later and told to report to training troop to ease the passing out recruit’s. Aye mene socha aj sari rat uske sath rahu uska husband bhi nai he to mene niche jake kaha aj hamari office se sab log bahar gam jane vale he me bhi ja raha hoo kal vese bhi sunday he chuti he to .. mumy ne ha kaha or wife ne bhi . fir me jaldi se ise hi nikal gaya ke koi saman nai lejana he ak din ke liye hi to jana he fir 8 baj rahe the mene jaldi se naha kar tayar ho gaya or kaha me abhi thodi der yahi hu dost lene ayega to uske sath chala jaunga isa bol ke niche chala gaya abhi to niche hi. Wilbur laughed. “Well, thanks,” replied. As Heather examined the cock in front of her, she felt the need to elaborate. “I mean, you’re not like, ‘black guy, porn-star huge, but you’re pretty big. Like, biggest-dick-I’ve-ever-seen-in-person, big.” She gazed up at him, a devilish grin crossing her face. “And I want it,” she added, licking her lips nervously. She reached out and touched Wilbur’s member for the first time. It was already rock hard, but Heather imagined it getting even harder as.