She picked up her phone and called in her staff psychiatrist. I waited out at the reception area while Colonel Simon and her Harvard trained shrink di...cussed what the Colonel thought was a moderate case of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). In short order, my physical profile was P-3 (permanent severely limit capacity) in lower extremities, hearing, eyes and T-3 (temporarily severely limited capacity) under psychiatric. With PTSD the Public Affairs flaks considered me a loose cannon, so. I stepped back a bit, her hand falling from my abs. I could feel sweat beginning to gather on my lower back, my body tingling. My hands ached to touch her. She stepped toward me and this time grabbed the waist of my pants. She popped the top button, and slowly unzipped. Her warm breath was sweet and boozy, and crept up my chest. She stood on her cute polished toes to allow her lips to reach my neck, her hand creeping down my treasure trail until her hand was firmly gripping my package through. 'Oowwww', I called out as the rubber tipped sword bounced off the edge of my collar bone.'Would have hurt a lot more if it was a real one', Tara said, slightly patronisingly.We restarted, and almost immediately I lost my footing and had to roll over just Tara was bringing her sword down on my torso. I brought my weapon up and caught her on her stomach.'Nice hit', she said as I was scrambling to my feet. 'So you've won one. You won't win another'She was wrong ... I did win again, but only two. Am all yours”.I carried her in my arms to the bedroom and there we got into 69 position. Deepika was on top of me and she positioned her pussy in front of my mouth. I was holding her by her ass and was making way for my fingers into her love hole. Deepika took my limp cock in her hand and she was stroking it and kissing the tip of my cock once a while making it to stand rock hard. Within few minutes my cock was at its full length and Deepika wasted no time in taking my cock inside her mouth. I.