She laid him down climbed on top of him, rubbed the head of his cock between her cunt lips. Whispering to him the whole time, telling him what she was...doing, she stopped rubbing her cunt with his hard-on, slowly eased him in side of her, lying her body on his, she kissed his neck sweetly asked him if her was ready. He nodded weekly, she hooked her ankles on his thighs, put her hands on his chest lifting herself up, she arched her back so her clit was pressing his cock she told Shaun to twist. He would like to invite you to be present. The General is disgusted by the treatment you are receiving,” said McFaggin.I sat down again and sat there pondering what the colonel was telling me. I reached out and sipped my beer, but I could barely taste it. “Colonel, while I really appreciate what General Shinseki is offering, what would really help is the release of the investigation report from 1981. Is there any word on that?”McFaggin sat back down and drank some more beer. He reached inside. "No!" I yelled. "I’m not a fucking dog!" I held my hands in front of my throat. "Down," Marc scolded, and both he and Tom pushed my head downwards, almost to the floor. "Fun, you say," Marc said to Tom. "I think she might have masochistic tendencies after all!" Then he leaned over me. "Listen up, Ann. You’re not a dog, but you are a bitch, and bitches wear collars. Refuse it, and I’m out of here and you can see how you arrange things with your master. I want you collared. Get it? "Why?". It was superb. Both hands brushed over my skin as my cock throbbed and begged for release. My balls tingled as I watched and felt him work on me, building my excitement. I lay back and reached down for him. My hand found his nearest thigh and I moved over it in search of his, no doubt, equally straining cock. As I moved my hand onto his shaft one of his hands took my own shaft. Oh it was blissful, having this guy pay homage to my orgasmic delights. His cock had been circumcised, whilst I had.