I leaped that the opportunity and was sent to the Benghazi site where there were a few dozen airmen and officers stationed, all of whom were males. Yo...u can only surmise how horny all of us young virile guys were with no females on our site to provide relief to our natural human sexual desires and needs. On the site we had a “Recreation” building in which a bar was created for our off-duty enjoyment. Then we learned that there was a British army hospital unit stationed not too many miles away. Normally a quiet slave–Yvoine had always prided herself on her poise and grace–but she found it difficult not to cry out at Sara’s cruel treatment. It wasn’t just because of the pain, the pain was temporary and merely physical. It was because she had fallen in love with her mistress, the kind of love only two women can share. The psychic trauma of having the woman she loved treat her so harshly struck her to the bone. It was chilling and exhilarating. Never before had Yvoine experienced such. Ruchika screamed”ahhh please ahhh”I kissed her lips and continued fucking her in missionary style.Arun watched this and stroked his tiny cock.I went over her and crushed her with my weight and inserted my dick in her cunt.She was moaning with pleasure.I was sucking her neck and face like there is no tomorrow.She was moaning a lot.Then I made her in doggy style I inserted in her asshole and winked at Arun.Arun saw the look on his wife’s face she was in pain but didn’t stop me.In one stroke I. My face was soon covered with her juices; it was so profuse that small driblets of it would form under my chin. With each thumb, I would peel her lips back until I could see the insides of her tight beautiful hole. I encouraged the flow of juices with my tongue and would drink directly from the fountain of her pussy. I would vary my technique by making small circles on her clit, then moving to the opening of her vagina and then rimming her anus. I would repeat this many times as she cried out.