"Of<em>course</em>I pummeled her sore." Flashman replied smugly, panting and sighing with glee, more for the pleasure of watching the whore dance and slam herself atop his cock than the way her inner walls swallowed up his cock with her rapid, slapping motions. In due time his hands grew tired from the abuse of her teats, opting instead to simply crush his fingers upon them and hold them steady against the rhythm of her lithe, bouncing form.<br/><br/>Knowing how the whore's arousal and excitement centered around his tale he tried his utmost to continue the tale as he remembered it, finding it somewhat hard with the carnal pleasures beginning to cancel out his higher faculties. He<em>knew</em>that the next.. and last release was going to drain him dry, and he was all too eager to drag this little session out as much as he could.<br/><br/>"I took her... every each way," The Colonel continued, his words and half-sentences punctuated by heated sighs of sheer joy. "She squealed most.. prettily when I... buggered.. buggered her. But orders were orders, you see... she was squirming like a bitch in head when I fucked her... from behind and squeezed her pretty throat. The sight... was so glorious, Zara... you would've killed to be there to watch it when she was pumping away so happily... while she died."