If every man did what he thought was right under the circumstances, they all died. It was only by doing your job in the scheme that allowed everyone t...o survive. You could have initiative, but only within the plan, someone else's plan. He had learned that in the mountains of Afghanistan. If you did your job exactly and the man next to you did his, you could go into those rugged mountains, kill the enemy who wasn't as disciplined, and get back out. Life meant following the leader, thinking about. Soon I began to make moves on my target, now at my age I didn't have a preference or type of girl but most of my experience had been with black girls, me being Puerto Rican and all. But my current girl was slim bout 5'6" nice set of tits bout a C cup. So I came up on her and started up some conversation, after a few moments of looking her over I took her hand in mine and told her how pretty she was and that I liked her, I always had a way with words and girls but this was proving to be somewhat. Being a ballerina, this had stunted her development. She would grow, and what a woman she would grow into. Just try convincing her of that was the challenge.Susan devoured my chest mercilessly, sucking, squeezing, chewing and nibbling. This was getting too much for me as I felt my excitement rise. My knickers were soaking and I would have to get some release sometime soon. I stood up, took Susan’s hand and led her to the bedroom. She quickly realised what I had in mind and was more than. They might be taking her against her will, but her body was not minding what was happening to her now. It was time to fuck her.She felt her pussy deserted, her body dropping off the edge as the pleasure was suddenly taken from her. She felt the bed moving as the men changed places, hands deserting her ass. She felt the hot body of a naked man lying on top of her, feeling the unmistakable presence of a cock pushed between her legs. It rubbed up and down her slit, Belinda feeling the thick head.