I couldn’t talk to people. I couldn’t be around people. And I thought I had escaped the accident whole. How arrogant of me. I thought about suicid...e, but realized I couldn’t do that to myself. No matter how depressed I was, I was too afraid of God. So one day I came across an ad in a magazine about the Army, and I realized what I had to do. This was what was waiting for me. This was my solution to peace. This could make me better again. So here I was, six weeks into my service in Iraq, tied up. ‘Master’, Billy speaks, ‘we will do anything to earn your cock, what do you want us to do, please Master’ ‘yes Master’, Christine this time. I can hear her purring, knowing her eyes are on my cock. ‘I want and need your cock Master’ I squeeze my cock, bringing a drop of pre-cum to the tip. ‘Lick it off whore’, waving it in Christine’s direction. Like a good little whore, she jumps at the chance to have another cock in her mouth. ‘lick it off there and then lick it against his tongue. . -I kind of had seen it coming.She when she had been walking towards me,something about the look in her eyes...the way she gave me a long and slow up and down glance,the way her beautiful brown eyes found my lips and didn't look away.And then her body, pressed against mine.Chest to chest.I felt like I was suffocating, I felt like I was just going to die right then - hyperventilate before I even got a taste of her mouthon mine. Before I even got a taste of my mouth on....her. All of. It looked like a tow truck. Anita prayed that good luck had finally gone her way. She was able to make out the words ‘Earl’s Towing Co.’ on the side of the truck as the car drove within 20 feet of her. She began waving her hands and screaming, ‘Help’ and she thought she was finally saved when the truck pulled over behind her car. An older man got out of the truck. He looked greasy and dirty, wearing grease stained jeans and t-shirt. ‘What’s wrong with the car?’ he asked Anita. ‘I don’t know..