Stared at my arm. “Somalia. Nigeria. Uganda. Kenya ... shit.”“What’s wrong?” The brown haired C.O. looked from me to him.“His tattoo. ‘D... Oppresso Liber.’ With deployment bars under it.” He eyed me warily. “5th Group?”“Yeah. Medic. Thirteen years with Group, seventeen years under SOCOM.”“I did five years in Ranger Regiment. You’re not going to make any trouble are you?”“I won’t go looking for it.”He understood immediately. “Shit.”The other C.O. still looked confused. “What? He’s a medic. He WILL bite out your throat and then fuck your bleeding body. I suggest you keep as still as you can Spot. Let him enjoy you. You're his play toy after all. You belong to him now and if he's not happy.. ?The man just lets that sentence hang there and then releases her head. A strangled little scream escapes from behind the gag but the man lets go of Elijah's leash anyway. The dog pads around her, growling, and wuffing... head and nose bashing into her arm, then her belly, then ass cheeks.. When she exploded with convulsions I stuck my finger in to her as as far as I could and drank all of her juices while her first orgasm of round 2 took over her body and she screamed in ecstasy. When she came down I didn't give her a chance to recover as I returned to my oral ministrations, this time pushing 2 fingers into her pussy and then into her ass. Again I gave her time to adjust before pumping her with my fingers. After her second, much smaller orgasm I decided she was ready. I got up on. "Ask Jen to remove the cucumber."Her cheeks flushed bright red once more. She felt like a schoolgirl in front of her headmistress, and the reversed ages didn’t help her embarrassment. "Please, Mistress Jen, would you remove the cucumber?" She asked demurely."Remove it from where?" From my pussy." Make whole sentences when you talk to me. And it isn’t a pussy. This is a pussy," she pointed to her own shaven plum which was glistening with arousal. "Old sluts have a cunt. Now try again."Helen bit.