At one point he stepped backand I was able to see who was sucking my cock, all Icould see was a mouth, his head was covered in a hood,eyes were covere... and his hands were tied behind hisback and he was sucking feverishly on my cock. TheMan reached up and undid my hands, then untied my feetand led me over to a picnic table. He roughly pushedme on the top of the table, and spread me out; tyingme spread eagled, face down to the table with my headjust over the end. In addition he attached rope. " Greg said. He went back to the Deuce and asked Sgt. Ballerton about extra MREs."We have 7 cases extra back in the supply vehicle sir. Give me a minute, and I will get it for them. We might want to refuel here though sir." The Sgt added. (All NCO's in the military are known as Sgt. Unless they are being addressed by specific rank.)Sgt. Ballerton was back soon with three cases of MREs and gave them to the grateful police. Refueling was commencing with no problem."Say, could you spare a few. I think i was the only girl in my grade that owned more thongs and g-strings then regular panties. Even my dad would tip me by putting dollars in my thongs. After a long night of poker my dad passed out on the couch and Mike helped my clean up. While we were doing that he kept on pinning me against the sink or the table and rubbing his crotch against my ass. When i told him to stop he got mad and slapped me. "Tammy your nothing but a little cockteasing piece of white trash." mike. My visit to the VA medical center had triggered some buried issues that I had successfully compartmentalized and bricked up in a generally unused area of my brain storage reserved for secrets and memories best left forgotten as long as possible. I had discovered long ago that was the best way to deal with PTSD and it never failed me no matter how many times a situation came up that came close to triggering some sort of response to a similar scenario.I was fairly excited by the prospect of.