Fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my head tighter into her crotch. As my tongue stroked and flicked her clit, she pulled her legs up and her body ...began trembling. The beard on my chin was soaked. “Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged. “This is so good. It’s been so long. Make me cum, I need it so bad.” Moans, groans, guttural urgings. Then a cry as my finger slipped into her. Hips pumped to meet my finger fucking her. I slipped in a second. Her fingers tightened in. “No,” I replied a little less tentatively.“Enough?” Mike barked again, this time starting to move his hips, sliding his lubed cock back and forth through my tight sphincter.“No,” I uttered, trying to just breathe and not pass out from the overwhelming situation.“Enough!?” Mike said again, speeding up his thrusts, forcing me into the carpet as he fucked my ass into the floor. We were in a nice hotel, but based on his fury as he took my ass we might as well have been in a jail cell.No words were. It was easily the most inappropriate pose I had ever given. I sat on the lawn, in front of my house, in a knee up-foot tucked position. I was trying to replicate my favorite actress, Madhavi Doshi, from her latest photoshoot.She was able to pull it off very well and looked very elegant as she smiled for the cameras. But, unfortunately for me, I had my legs crossed in a very improper manner, and I looked and felt uneasy.I was wearing a body-fit grey colored short kurti top and a pair of white. We did not want to let them get away where they could regroup and build up their forces.1SG Smith was the one that pointed out the truck had been at the base the missing tailgate was what he pointed out that made him sure it was the same truck. We all agreed it was most likely the same truck and Brubaker new what had happened to his base and supplies. We were shocked to see the military force speed up to the maximum speed of the slowest vehicle. At this speed we would just barely be able to.