Wicked thoughts." You are to call me David," I ordered, catching on to my new role. "What thoughts, Rachel?" Bad thoughts, David," she said, her body ...squirming as if in a struggle with some inner demons."What bad thoughts, Rachel. Tell me!" I was thinking about your.... your..." About what, Rachel? Say it." Your cock, David. I was thinking about how your cock looks when it gets big." You wanted to see my cock, Rachel. Is that all?" No, David. There was more. Bad things. Naughty things." What. He’d made her feel beautiful and alive and nasty all at once and she’d loved every second. Reaching for the soap, she washed herself methodically, like the process could cleanse her conscience. Did it count as cheating if she’d been planning to break up with Brady as soon as she got home? Besides, it wasn’t exactly cheating, per se. She hadn’t even touched Abel. She’d just - touched herself exactly as he told her to and let him cum on her naked body. Fuck. The thought made her shiver and clench. Recruiting Private Martin permitted moving Corporal Raven to the headquarters as a communications technician. Fannie Mae, a baboon, filled in as a field medic—there were no qualified humans available. A concubine, Marc, stayed behind to care for the detachment's equipment. I thought that a reconnaissance platoon needed 30 Marines with its own human medical corpsman because it was the eyes and ears on the ground for a Confederacy Marine Corps regiment. I also wanted a recon platoon in every. Almost subconsciously I shook my head, “I’m gonna regret this...” my hesitation extended and I felt Sue’s big toe drop away from my sac as she leant forward. “Go on” she dared me, the smile faltering on her mouth but curiosity sparking behind those eyes. I leant forward also, mimicking her as I did, “I... I got the feeling that... you might have been wishing someone else was there instead of me...” She arched one of her eyebrows, “Really?” “Oh... I’m so not complaining... but...” “But?”.