Compared to his previous assault, that felt merely comforting to Burnett, so she relaxed, opened her eyes and smiled as she saw the intensity on Paul’s face. She started moaning pretty quickly, and repeating over and over, “Mmm suck it, suck my clit, fucking suck it.” He was doing his best, but she was gyrating wildly, he hung on and did what he could. She gave him her usual appraising look, he still wasn’t sure he wasn’t prey, or lunch. While she enjoyed it even more this time, still she didn’t feel right about it, and again called on her followers for a gangbang, after Paul left, again puzzled by her demeanor. Burnett was fighting his grip, clawing at his hand, squirming as he rammed his thick meat up her. Breaking with her established tradition, she dragged Paul to his feet, still in the armlock and marched him out of the barracks. She nodded to the guy with the twenty, and another guy, then left the barracks with them.
