”Commence firing mortar team,’ the order was given and the immediately the mortar team lobbed in their rounds for quick firing succession. Mortar... shells whistled through the air and detonated as the Dune Warriors advance, groups of men were tossed into the air as the mortar round found their mark. Bodies were torn apart by the effective killing potential of the fragmentation rounds that the mortar is bringing on their enemy. A pair of Fennek with .50 caliber machineguns mounted scout-car raced. So hard I desperately wanted to give myself a few strokes, and it took all of my self control to keep my hands off my throbbing erection. Just as I was about to give in and grab my aching cock, Josh came in and sat down on the leather couch. He continued to ignore me, leaving me standing in the middle of the room embarrassingly erect. Josh's jeans and t-shirt left me feeling exposed and humiliated, his insistence on ignoring me had me frustrated and puzzled. Finally he spoke, but still refused. The political aspects were all over the place. I was treated to the latest on the witch hunt over at the Secret Service. The Senate Finance Committee planned to name a Special Investigator this week, and was dragging their heels on it, trying to delay everything past the end of the year and into the primary season. The Secret Service wasn’t waiting for them, and their internal affairs operation was crawling all over the protection details. It was expected that they would actually be questioning. I strain forward to catch a few drops on my tongue. You lean forward, kissing me hard thrusting your tongue violently into my mouth, the hot coppery taste of my blood on it. We get more violent with out kiss, my teeth biting down hard enough to make a tiny wellspring of blood on your tongue. I taste the sweetness of our blood mingled.You snarl at me when I bite your tongue, pulling your mouth from mine and rising up so that you are no longer in contact with my cock. The look you give me is.