“It’s the punishment punch,” she told me. “For when the night get’s real crazy.” Her name was Sarah, or Sam, or Sierra. I can’t remember.... She had short brown hair and a curvy figure. We made small talk.“How do you know Natalie?”“Why aren’t you wearing a costume?”“Want some punch?”Other guests arrived by the time I’d downed my third pint of punishment punch. Natalie’s sorority sisters, giggling and sexy, their frat bro boyfriends, muscular and possessive. Faces I had seen in passing, others who. “Ohhhhhh my God…” Dylan moaned. He looked back at the screen, to find that the UI had zoomed out, giving Dylan a full view of her body. She was sat with her legs spread, using one hand to play with her pussy, and the other to play with her boobs. Her head was still bobbing back and forth as she fellated him, and she looked him right in the eyes with a face full of desire.Dylan just continued moaning, having still not quite come to terms with the fact that he was getting a blowjob from a. But when you looked around for comfort and no one was there, the fear had a way of taking over in a hurry. ‘Did I tell you I also love that cozy feeling of being in bed with just the right person while the show goes on?’ he asked, turning and staring right at me. My throat closed on the words tumbling in my head. The best I could do was to shake my head. ‘Mm, yes, hearing her moans above the crashing of the thunder, bursts of lightning exploding each time I thrust, and rain pelting the. " But you knew he wouldn't." Oh, hell yeah," the General laughed. "I just wish it could have been me that carried out the execution, but you did bloody Ellen (his combat knife) for me. For that, I owe you, Colonel." My pleasure, General. I just wish the bastard could have suffered. Arlene almost died, and Helen was hurt and might very well have been killed, not to mention what happened to Arlene and Diana. All my wives were traumatized by the attack. Hell, I had nightmares about it. That bunch.