.. my feet ... what the hell was going on? I couldn't move. My limbs were bound to all four corners of the bed and a bandanna had been tied around my ...outh as so I couldn't scream.No matter how hard I tried I couldn't move one inch from the center of the bed. Totally bound and tied and left exposed to who ever wanted to see me. And that's when it happened.A warm rough hand touched my left ankle. I turned my head to see who it was and just that quickly, my t shirt was being pulled over my head.. He made it as far as his room and collapsed face down into bed.Hours later a cold bucket of water roused him but a little. A second did the job. "You missed a spot," Ree'al spoke through his pain."Get two more buckets," a woman spoke.Her voice was beautiful; Ree'al didn't want to hear it. He turned over, now face up. Naked, drunk, and smelly, any of these three qualities should chase the woman away. He had yet to open his eyes but after two more soakings, he cracked them open. Ree'al blinked. She opened her mouth and gasped for deep breaths, letting out guttural moans of pleasure as I my pelvic bone crashed into hers. My testicles tightened and I shot my load deep inside of her.“Oh yeah!” she cried out. “I can feel it!”She closed her eyes and pulled her manicured fingernails across my shoulders, then across the back of my shoulders, as she wrapped her legs around my torso, shaking and trembling.“Oh God!” she cried out, my cum filling her pussy and spilling out on to the bed sheets.. ”Schaffer heard the call come in and looked up from his paperwork. His communications man was sat just six feet from him.“Sword two six report over.”“Sword leader, four patrol cars just passed this point, at high speed, over.”The communications man, Lance Corporal Neil Copeland, looked at his boss. “Roger, understood.” Schafer made a beckoning motion with his fingers, and Copeland added, “return to this point, over.”“Wilco,” came the reply.“Get the men into position,” Schaffer ordered.