I chose the restaurant because of its famous chicken tenders, free popcorn and big screen TV’s. No tables were available, but I didn’t mind eating... at the bar. Ten minutes later, they settled on the stools next to me, sharp khaki camouflage uniforms, maroon berets, two weeks back from Afghanistan. I wasn’t drinking, but they were. Two hours later, they staggered back toward the restaurant while I frantically struggled into my clothes in the back of my small SUV. I had crawled out and started to. ..Burton, that's a good idea, thanks"! Several minutes she stood cutting, matching and pinning until she unpacked her machine. She placed her foot control on the floor, pulled a straight backed chair at the table and sat down. In a minute, she slid her foot to the side searching for the control and found her dress length hindering it's reach. Burton was seated on the couch away from the table with a perfect view under it, "I'll move it" he spoke. She lifted, pulled her dress higher on her. She held him in at the very bottom, took the first spurts, then quickly pulled her head back and off, pointing him over at me. It took a second to register, I was very new at sharing a cock suck, and a lot of his semen dribbled down the shaft.I got him back into my mouth and kept my lips wide all the way down, chasing after it. He didn’t seem to mind. He groaned again, but this time in pure bliss as I sucked hard at the bottom, gathering up the last few drops with my tongue.I held him inside. But I'm not. And Grace respects me too much to expect me to follow the state religion. After all this is a free country. And I take it you're not religious, either. So why do you think I should be?" Well, you dress the same. All the chains. And the shaven head. And not wearing clothes." 'Clothes'? What are they? Well, I don't know how people look where you come from. Grace has told me about some strange outfits in Buggery, but then it is an ignorant country of savages. They have a 'king' and a.