“I can’t do this!” She said beginning to cry and ran out of my office. I ran after her but she jumped in the Chevelle and sped away. I ran back ...in to grab my keys and chase her down, but when I came back she was long gone. Andy asked what that was all about; I asked him if she left a number or an address. The address she left was her fathers house. The number wasn’t her old cell. I called the number, it sounded like her mother picked up, “How dare you call this house!” And she hung up, caller. ? There was a sudden silence. The captain reached over and grabbed her by the throat, the head of his cock poking out of his trousers, fully red, throbbing and erect. ?You’re no fucking virgin, you little peasant cunt. Probably been had by every cock in the village, little whore like you.? ?No, please, I swear!? ?Captain, can’t we do her anyways?? one of the men holding her pleaded. ?Shut the fuck up,? his officer snapped at him. ?Spread her fucking legs. . Winds are out of the south-southwest at nine K, visibility is CAVU. Approach Runway Two-Six, advise when runway in sight." Roger, Runway Two-Six. Runway is in sight now."By this time, Captain William Whitefeather, VC, First Battalion, Royal 22e Régiment, had driven his exhausted squad to the end of the runway and was beginning to double-time them back toward their H-hut. The neophyte Lancaster bomber pilots had just grabbed chow and were heading toward tables in the officers' mess side of the. No neighbours to worry about. Despite the aroma of pot, I could still appreciate Jayne’s perfume and moved closer to breathe it in. As I drew nearer, I felt her finger under my nose. I smelt it. It wasn’t perfume. It wasn’t drugs. It was pussy - her pussy juice. I held her hand and licked and sucked her finger. Soon she moved our hands to her bare thigh and onward to a shaven mound and over to her wet slit. She pushed first one then a second finger inside her and parted her legs. As I worked.