For the first time in years I didn’t have my bodyguards with me and I wasn’t being hounded for photographs. I was just dancing and loving the atte...tion of the guys grinding against me - and me against them - as I got free drink after free drink for flirting with them, since I wasn’t technically old enough to get them myself. I’d drunk liquor before, of course, but I was on my way to being the most shit-faced drunk I’d ever been in my teenage life.I’m still to this day not really sure how it. He then stopped me and said, “Now suck the lollipop by taking it between your boobs, Gunnu.” It was something new. I did not know how to do it but as per his directions. I was now giving a titfuck to his dick by keeping it between my medium-sized round boobs. Its tip was touching my mouth.He then told me to touch the tip by taking out the tongue. I was feeling so humiliated at that point. He was moaning looking at me and telling, “Yeah whore, you are such a slut, if you were a slut for money,. It made a nice handful. I slowly began to squeeze and watched his face as my grip became slowly tighter. Patrick closed his eyes, then took a few deep breaths. He let out a bit of a whimper as my hand closed still tighter. When he drew in his breath sharply and his knees began to bend I stopped increasing the pressure, but didn’t lessen it either. I suppose I was squeezing his balls a good deal tighter than I do when giving him a blow-job, but the context here was, for me, deliciously. "Captain Philip Ahler von Prohn sat in the midst of all this controlled panic and tried to assimilate the damage into a single coherent picture. Forty men were in his hands, forty brave men who had set out from Cherbourg two months ago to wreak havoc in the sea lanes near Newfoundland. Karl Doenitz, his Admiral, had moved him and his ship like a pawn on a chess board until at last they had loosed three torpedoes at the destroyers covering a juicy convoy. That had just been the start.Cat and.