As Sam slowly walked toward her, her brain turned tomush, even more so than her new normal, and no words came out.Sam was standing above her now, and ...itty felt a finger slowly part herlips."I asked you a question Kitty," the statuesque woman reminded her."Like, ummm.... no?" Kitty hesitated."That's, 'no Mistress Samantha,'" she corrected."No, Mistress Samantha," Kitty repeated."Good girl," Mistress Samantha cooed, "but you're going to need a lotmore training." With that, she traced a finger. Maybe we'll have them show us their tits. We'll take your wallet, too, asshole!" Go fuck yourself, scumbag," I taunted. "I won't give a shit like you a fucking dime, you slimy cocksucker!"That was all it took. The creep lunged at me with the knife held low and away from his body. Everything seemed to slow down as I thought back to the many times Sgt. Downs had gone over this very scenario with me.I could almost here Sarge barking, "Step inside, block with your left, grab with your right, add. She took my dick from my underwear and started sucking it.She gave me a solid blowjob their. In the same time I was inserting my fingers in her choot and one hand was pressing her boobs and was sucking her boobs. I then came once and she drank all my juice. I opened her pant and panty and tried to fuck her. But as I didn’t opened her pant completely it was difficult for us to do so. I then lay her on her back and took her pant off completely and made her naked. I stood on top of her and slowly. Now, she loved the feeling of a man dominating her, but sometimes it did get old. Sometimes. She glanced over at her slutty dressed companion, not that she was in any position to complain. The blonde was wearing a low cut, black shirt, with her bra shoving her breasts up, making them look D-cup size when they were probably C-cup, and a pink mini skirt with matching pink and black panties. And, with hardly any time to spare, the cut out holes in the side of the stall were filled with various.