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When I regained consciousness, I felt wonderful as if I had awakened from a really sexy dream, but strangely enough, I felt as if a part of the dream was still not finished. The room was dark, and I could feel the bonds around my wrist holding me up, but I could feel much more than that. My cock was aching as if it was about to explode standing erect, straight out, and when I looked down at the scene before me, tears poured down my face. They blurred my vision, but the sight is still embedded like a photograph in my mind. Even today, I can see that scene every time I close my eyes, and my heart feels cold each time that I do. I wish that I could forget, but I know I can not, because it would take away the fondest memory of my life. In that one single moment, my most passionate dream and my most dreadful nightmare co-existed.
Kneeling before me was one of the highest-ranking VC officers in Vietnam, and she was caressing my cock, teasing it beyond belief, and whispering with her sweet voice.
"How many men are you stationed with?"
