She returned to licking and sucking while working her hand back and forth on my shaft. She would stop from time to time and take me to the back of her... throat. I knew I wasn’t going to last at this rate and could already feel my orgasm building. I began feeling her tits again and found a nipple. I started rolling it between my fingers and it had the desired affect. “If you don’t stop doing that, you’re going to have to fuck me." I lifted her up by the arms, turned her around and bent her over so. Along with the men ... shortly after a mid-morning raid on the company's offices.The video showed men in shirts and ties with suit jackets draped over their heads being escorted out by agents with windbreakers that declared the government agency they worked for on the back. In the background other agents could be seen hauling box and other supplies out of the building.The scene on the TV then switched to a man I didn't recognize standing in front of several microphones. The newscaster explained. It felt so sexy against my nylon stockings, almost as if I was slipping on a long silk evening dress. There’s one in the back of the wardrobe that I’ll have to wear for him one day.I watched him stroking his cock through the French knickers, creating a wet patch. I hadn’t realised how transparent the silk could become when treated with the right liquid. I could see the end of his cock through the silk. I don’t know who was most excited; me watching his cock or him watching me dress.“You look. It was posthumous of course. Dad told me about it. I'm surprised you didn't know." Why posthumous of course?" Sylvie questioned."Subalterns had a life span of a week to two months in the front line. Dad said they gave out V.C.'s with the rations. It looked good in the papers." That's cynical." His sister replied."If you think that's cynical you would be surprised at attitudes in Government today." Marion remarked. "According to Charles, the E.U. is the battlefield these days. Yesterdays enemies.