He said to come across the tarmac to where the van was parked.I popped the trunk and handed John a vest, a combat vest that would hold spare magazines... an MP5, and five magazines. I put a protective vest and a combat vest on, and loaded up with a full magazine in an MP5, plus five extras. I handed John two additional Glock magazines for a Glock 22. They would fit in his smaller pistol, but stick out some.We quickly walked across the tarmac, to be intercepted by Sarge. He led us to the office. By morning it would be near freezing.As they crawled into the makeshift bed Tia looked over to Roy and said with a smile on her face, to keep his hands to himself. Roy smiled back at her, but the truth was he did want to get his hands on her. Both of them laid back to back and after the long day they soon were asleep.Roy's eyes snapped open when he felt the hand caress him. At first he couldn't place just where he was, then the memory of the day and all that had happened returned to him. He. Mia stepped in and a look of realization crossed her face. She had seen this girl, she was the one whose picture was in the school's trophy case with the previous year's trophy for the conference volleyball MVP."Wait, I, I know you... You're the star volleyball player... um...," Mia said trying to recall the name on the trophy."Jenna Michaels, but you can call me Mistress," she said as she flexed the crop for show."What?! No! I am not doing this!" Oh you can leave but if you do I release the. “Stay in this position”. I then went ahead to see what my ex had left behind apart from the handcuffs. There were a few interesting stuff. But one of them stood out – nipple clamps with a chain. These things are perfect for sluts like these. I wanted to thank my ex. I went back and found her exactly as I left her. Good girl, I thought. That’s where my dick did the thinking. It wanted to fuck her wet cunt. The clamps could wait.“Ready to be fucked, you filthy slut”?She turned around and nodded,.