It was the professor's turn to host the weekly poker night. Often his friends would bring their own slave so that there were enough to go around. Poke... night really was about poker and the slaves were rarely tortured other than for serious infractions. But the slaves were expected to provide service, serving drinks, sucking cocks, throughout the night while being seen and heard as little as possible.Jonathan loved poker night as much as he loved any activity that provided him with an. And the soldiers had no qualms about taking advantage of her bondage, already stripping her almost naked and fondling her body. If it wasn't for the other soldier, she was sure she would have been raped by now. Her only hope was that they were bringing her to the Captain, hopefully he would not be like the others. And they did say they that she would see her sister.She was ushered into a small room, an officer standing in the corner, smoking a cigarette. "Put her into the chair," he ordered the. After pulling the wires through, Aaron crouched down in front of the cabinet and deftly hooked up a few connections. Nathan stepped back, out of his way, when Aaron reached over the edge of the cabinet to retrieve the manual. He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning with admiration. Aaron was packing around the most luscious ass he'd ever seen. He could spend hours descending into the warm valley between those peaks with his tongue. Christ. He shifted uncomfortably. His dick didn't want. She was rubbing it and got that look in her eyes, that look that says "I have to have that, now!"I realized that I could not fuck her right there but there was no way we were waiting to get home either. Back to the car as quickly as we could . . . I found an access road next to the dam that went down to a small park near the outflow area. We parked but the whole time her hands were on my cock and she was all over me and I was playing with her as well. I had her take her bra and panties off in.