They had undressed them and had forced them to dance and amuse them. When they brought them back, with disheveled hair and in a disfigured state, they...start to married them ,forced to display their goodies during the wedding ciremonie, with 4 for each Turk as it was allowed in the Islam.The Turkish gendarmes were feasting near the bridge around their tents and were having a good time with the Armenians girls and brides they had kidnapped and brought there by force to satisfy their lewd. There are training areas here, aren't there?" I asked to be sure."Training areas?" Areas where the men are taken to learn to march, to do physical training or to fire their weapons," I told him to a somewhat surprised look."What is physical training?" he asked, confused."Aren't the men required to do exercises to keep them in shape?" I replied, but had a bad feeling about his question."The men are always kept busy. There is much work to do, but no exercises," he told me."We will have PT,. Dion stepped out of them, now all that guarded me from his cock was his tight white boxer shorts. I could clearly see the trace of his semi-erect cock and his swollen glans through the thin fabric of his tight boxer shorts. I took him by the hand and sat him down on my stool. “Christy, we...” I placed my finger on his lips, silencing his muffled thoughts. I leaned over him, my cleavage in his face; I reached behind him and grabbed my black silk gloves from the counter behind him. I stood in. No longer being able to wait I plunge my tongue directly into your yani, forcing your slippery lips apart and reaching in to taste of your depths. Only a moment and then I am out sliding my tongue into the area where your pubic hair meets your leg lapping around each side of your open yani. I feel your hands on my head as I shift you up higher to lick your ass cheeks and anus before dropping you back where my mouth is directly over your pungent opening. I broad tongue from the bottom to the top.