"She thanked the harried looking secretary and then plopped herself down on one of the couches. The woman sitting next to her was someone she knew. Sh... worked in the outfitting department a floor below hers and had been part of the makeshift platoon that had pinned in the marines. They chatted while they waited, talking of Lisa's wound and their hopes for reassignment."I want tanks," the woman told her, almost hungrily. "I want to be in the machine that blows those Earthling fucks back to their. .. now!"Eyes closed, I rolled over and pushed myself to one elbow and paused, half sitting up. I was suddenly aware of my dick. It felt cool. Looking down I saw my cock, soft and lolling over my thigh. The air was drying the moisture on my shaft, cooling it off. I stared at it a moment, confused and with a start, embarrassed. My cock was wet because Jean had sucked it... had taken me in her mouth and sucked me off! I pulled my shorts over my loins in some futile attempt to cover myself.Looking. " I bet she's pretty." said Lisa. For some strange reason that made her stomach feel ... uneasy."Oh yeah!" her father said forcefully. "She's a knockout! That's part of the problem. She's a high class lady. You can't just jump the bones of a woman like that and..." He turned red as he saw his daughter's open mouthed look."Oh ... sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said that. It's just that it's been a long time and..." I understand" said Lisa in a surprisingly brittle voice. "After all, Mom's. The tripod was placed on a 3 meter high platform so that the crowd could view the whipping. Her legs were spread wide apart and she hung slightly inclined so that her tits hung freely . It was midday so the sun was at its peak. Christine Jones was the name of the blonde before she was captured by this band of nomads in the year 1876. Now she was the property of Shiek Omar who she had insulted by slapping his face as he approached her in her tent with the intent to sexually assault her. She.