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Fortunately, there weren't a lot of women serving and the Army is full of big, muscular, he-men, so I had no trouble finding my prey. Although I was stationed in a backwater, third-world, God-forsaken, furnace-hot country, I at least had something to console myself with. Maybe I wouldn't need to work so hard at seducing the cute blond after all. There was a giant bulge underneath, as though he was getting excited performing for me. So, I flung the gun onto the floor and dropped my pants, and then my underwear. I marched in front of them and paused at each one to inspect the troops. " After a while, I was rock hard and needed immediate sexual release. Since they were both poor and needed the money, they were only too willing to comply. What if the enemy had broken through the defenses and came at us then? If so, they would also get in trouble." "No." He shook his head vigorously. I've been peeking at them." I stood up, walking over to him. Tall, built, broad chest, broad shoulder, thick, tree-trunk arms. I take full responsibility for my actions." I examined him. "No, I would never." "Are you saying that your colleagues lied to me?