This time, the woman's face was angry." So," she said, "won't help out an innocent woman? Well, here this-I ask for help, you spurn me twice.Young lad...y, you are not too nice.But I will times your pain by ten.You'll never refuse a request again."Tanya paused for a moment and watched as the woman walked away. "Creepy lady," she said, and continued on her way home.When she finally arrived home, Tanya dropped her books on her bed and went to her computer to tell her friends about her freaky. The class laughed. Angrily she looked at her classand started to search the responsible to punish him; but the class told herthey wanted an interactive class, they wanted to see the HNS (human nervoussystem) working and that she was to sit again on the thumbtack and start herclass. After a verbal cut and thrust (and the hidden menace of her contract)she disbelieving sat down on the thumbtack. She tried not to show her pain. The class enjoyed their victory: Miss Emily Gunn was giving her class. This time I can't hold back either, I feel the tightening of my balls, I push deep inside you and hold it as my cock throbs, each pulsing movement releasing a jet of my hot cum within you. We remain locked for a short while, and then slowly I withdraw from you and roll onto my back. You lay there exhausted briefly and I allow you to recover a little before taking your hand and guiding it to my deflated cock. You instinctive know what I want and you straddle over me taking my cock in your mouth. For him, the war was over.For me, the war ended 153 days later, when a passenger jet took me to Washington National Airport. Out in the field, when I was counting down the number of days until my return to “the world,” which was what we called the United States, the bar at Washington National Airport attained mythic proportions. That was because I had stopped there before leaving for Vietnam. For me, that bar symbolized surviving the war. I kept trying to remember what it looked like. I.