I had to lift off Bill, my body involuntarily pulsating so violently. My big fear was that I was going to pee all over him since I hadn’t taken the ...ime to relieve myself all morning. I probably gave his a little squirt along the way – I don‘t remember. Then all of a sudden, I just fell onto the bed on the other side of Bill with my breath coming is short gasps. Bill and Monica got a good chuckle out of that. We all laid there for a few minutes and watched Bill’s porn videos. By chance, there. He is looking down at me, with a lovely little smile in his face – he knows what I am thinking and he leans back a little and I feel his fingers touch my wet, engorged lips and explore the hot slit. He unerringly homes in on the clitoris, and I jerk violently against him, and he chuckles and does it again. I let him know that I have teeth in my mouth and he seems to enjoy the gentle nip that he gets and he knows that there is no way in the world that I could do anything to hurt this wonderful,. I started to scoop up the discarded C-Ration items that nobody wanted and put them into an orderly fashion. It was so strange that one guy wanted more sugar and one guy wanted more cream and they both would throw away that which they did not want. I guess this was the syndrome that was the root of the scourge of “Rat-Fucking”.One of the strangest rituals of the Vietnam experience was the dirty job of “burning the shitter”. Anyone who has been In-Country will appreciate this observation. The. Silence was her only answer.After the toilet was flushed many times she could hear water running in the sink. Then she heard several more yelps and finally a loud scream. The scream was muffled mid breath by something. She could hear the swish of a mop on the smooth tile floor and then more water running and the toilet being flushed again. Afterwards the maid left and bolted the door to the cell. From that point through the rest of the night she could hear whimpering from the girl in the cell.