There’s no return fire. With great care the designated troops stand up and they head for the battlefield to check on the combat status of the enemy ...troops. They call for medics. Some mercenaries are still alive and wounded. Clean-up starts when some troops identify wounded and take them for treatment while others drag the enemy dead off to the side of the road to place them out of the way while they also remove any recoverable ammunition, weapons, and metals on them.New PlayersAt 5:25 p.m.. ''So why didn't you?'The money, the chance to show off, the wary looks he got from the other pimps, the feeling of being part of something big. All the stuff that fills the dreams of small-minded fuckwits, plus fear.'I saw them nearly kill a guy in Coslada. He'd been complaining about them undercutting everyone, and they'd arranged to see him. They took me to drive, and I sat in the car while they went into the bar. Then they brought him out and put him in the back, and when we were on the M40. I wanted more cum. I was still horny. Two orgasms wasn't enough for me tonight.“Faoril,” Thrak groaned as I squeezed his ass. He spun around and seized my shoulders. “This is serious.”“So is me sucking your cock clean of my ass,” I moaned, rubbing at his dick through the kilt.Thrak groaned. “Faoril, stop.”“This is my cock,” I purred.A black shape leaped over the courtyard's low wall. I blinked in shock, my hand squeezing down on the cock. I needed to react, but I was so horny. All I could think. Just sucking it for all I was worth, I flattened it against the roof of my mouth, and sucked harder. "Ohhh, fuck baby, you're making mommy's pussy so wet." Her hips were shifting under her, like she had no control over the lower half of her body."Well, since we're sharing secrets, Mommy is going to share a secret with you baby. Would you like that?" Again, the slightly mocking tone, the sentence finished off with an adorable pouty face. Her eyebrows were raised, and I realized she was waiting.