”During training exercises, the lieutenant who was driving down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the mud with a red-faced colonel ...at the wheel. “Your jeep stuck, sir?” asked the lieutenant as he pulled alongside. “Nope,” replied the colonel, coming over and handing him the keys. “Yours is.”Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door. Conscious of his new position, the colonel quickly picked up the. It was large and he could make out the general shape, a giant rectangle. One spot would have been a doorway if he guessed correctly and a step led up to where the wall might have been at one time. He could see rotted sheets of material that crumbled to dust as he touched them. The size and shape resembled shingles for a rooftop. He didn’t see any items he could readily identify beyond that though. He returned to his wagon, gave the horses a quick check, and made sure the tack was holding firm. Liz sucked it as deep as she could and pulled back, dragging her moist lips along the length. I felt like we were both surrounded by pure sexual energy. And when she eased back and licked the head wetly.....oh, BABY! Liz wasn't ready to let me cum in her mouth, which was fine with me. I was not about to complain about ANYTHING at this point. She jerked my spit-slick cock until I spurt most of it onto gorgeous tits, although the first shot missed and hit the carpet. I thought my balls would. She was light-headed and faint, the hunger between her legs ravenous, her ripe pussy swollen from the spanking delivered with his hands and hard cock. "Not yet, sweet baby," he moaned against her nipple. Inside her, his fingers were slick from juices seeping over his hands.Earlier, he’d bound her hands and feet, enjoying the way her eyes filled with wonder and lust and a little bother. He loved that she could not move away from him. He desperately needed to cum but he wanted to hear her begging.