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 Doctors in the Shadows 7 Aid Station, Wrights Hut Girard got up and walked
the short steps to lay across Wright's lap.  Her dress rucked up in front
allowing her smooth thighs to lay across the bulging lump of his rigid
cock.

   Wright motioned to Roux adding, "Lift her dress in back Bert."

   Roux lifted the dress bringing her plump, dimpled ass cheeks into view
through the hazy yellow panties she wore.

   "Whap, smack, whap!" Wright delivered three stinging blows on the juicy
butt.

   She tensed her bottom cheeks hard then relaxed absorbing the swats.  Dr.
Girard wriggled her hips and squirmed to alleviate the heated pain.

   His swats soon blazed several bright red palm prints across her bottom
cheeks low where the juicy upper thighs met her bottom.  The 140 pound
woman was a rumpy specimen to be sure, and Wright's expertise was well
placed.

   After a really hot hard blow, she clenched her big butt cheeks tight
like she was trying to hold in a bowel movement.  Then she thrust her hips
back and released a short shaming fart in front of the older doctors.

   After three more blows from the Chief of Staff, she was shoved from his
lap to the floor where she sat rubbing her tender hind cheeks and her eyes
misted from the humiliation.

   "Sacre bleu---please no more...I beg you!" The female babbled out.

   Her dress was rucked up into her lap as she sat nearly at the point of
tears on the hard wood floor.  The crotch of her thin panties saturated
with woman sap.  Claire's pussy was engorged with lust from her
predicament.

   "Take the knickers off and give them to me." Wright ordered.  When she
hesitated, he yelled.  "This instant Ms.  Girard!"

   Girard scrambled to whisk the underwear from her loins and gave them
over to Wright in fear of more spankings.  Roux shoved his right hand
inside his shorts trying to reposition his stiff cock as he stared at the
erotic tableau playing out before him.

   "Crawl up here between my legs." Wright said as he held the intimate
garment before his face, allowing the sensual blend of her female scent,
body talc and perfume to engulf him.

   Girard tentatively put her hands on his knees not sure of what she
should do or say.

   Wright extending his right hand holding her panties near her face said,
"What do you smell my dear?"

   Dr.  Girard turned her face in shame toward Roux and away from the damp
panties.  Her eyes on her French colleague expected sympathy, all she saw
was him getting voyeuristic pleasure in her new blackmail episode.

   After a pregnant pause, she answered Wright haltingly, "I smell the odor
of "Une fille mechante"/"A nasty girl."

   Roux laughed derisively and moved closer to the kneeling young woman,
his hands still massaging himself.  Wright scooted to the edge of the sofa,
unzipped his slacks and exposed his turgid gristle to her gaze.

   Wright said softly but clearly, "Take it in your mouth and suck until
I'm satisfied."

   Roux looked on eagerly his needy 7 inch dick bursting to participate in
her defilement.  Finally Wright nodded his consent, saying..."Give her
yours also."

   Roux ripped his shorts down his legs and stepping from them and stepped
closer.  In his eagerness he simply pulled his briefs to the side and
dangled his engorged dick and balls over her right shoulder.

   The woman immediately wrapped her right hand around the dick and jerked
the foreskin up and down catching sharp burst of Roux's bland odor.

   As for Wright's tool since he had recently showered he tasted fresh and
smelled clean.  She sucked expertly on the first 3-4 inches of his dick.

   Wright threaded his hands through her wavy black hair pulling her on the
salty uncut spike.  Girard sucked and worked her tongue and lips on the
cock.  Little splashes of her saliva dripped down her chin and she could
now feel Roux massaging her piss flaps from behind, heating her up further.

   Enroute Angola The crew of the huge CH-53 swung the copter off the coast
of Congo immediately and went to a cruising altitude beyond the 12 mile
limit to get in the pattern for an inflight refuel operation.

   Karen was impressed with the pull of Cmdr Laurent.  As a Regional
Attaché, Laurent had quarters at compounds in Cabinda and Luanda Angola and
Brazzaville.

   The crew of Brushfire 66 was doing the unclassified part of their
mission dropping the three space "A" passengers at the airport in Luanda.

   Karen noticed the interior of the huge helicopter's forward seating was
occupied by 6 heavily armed men with hair much longer than typical U.S. 
military members.  Their faces and other exposed skin was camouflaged and
they were wearing a hodge-podge of camouflage uniforms.  The cargo rails of
the chopper were jammed with 3 pallets of cargo secured by netting and
straps.  She noted mentally an intriguing observation.  "Were these armed
U.S.  Forces operating in Angola?' MI 6 would want to know.

   Cmdr Laurent was preoccupied scribbling in a binder.  The Defense
Attaché was wearing a headset that allowed voice communication to the
flight crew.  Shortly after takeoff she requested to go straight to Luanda
without stopping in Cabinda Enclave.

   A Regional Security Officer (RSO) vehicle picked up Laurent, Karen and
the enlisted aide at the airport and whisked them across town to a safe
house maintained by the U.S.  embassy.

   Brushfire 66 was quickly back into the air, vanishing into the darkening
evening of the eastern sky on the sensitive compartmented information part
of its mission.  The huge helicopter was carrying out a covert mission to
deliver U.S.  provided arms to an anti-Marxist Rebel Group called UNITA.

   What was not known by the other western allies in the humanitarian
mission was the fact, Dani Grimes' USAID mission with MSD in the Congo was
designed by the U.S.  as a cover for it broader secret Cold War mission,
"Talon Climate".  The U.S.  very much wanted an anti-Soviet buffer in
Angola to monitor Russian activity throughout South Africa, Rhodesia and
other trouble spots on the continent.

   With a diplomatic flight plan filed saying they were continuing on a
milk run to Namibia, Brushfire 66 swung further to the east.  Before
reaching their destination on the armed men, a para-military contractor
known only as "Ben" went to a small electronics work station and jump seat.

   Ben powered a black olive drab green radio set that immediately began
fuzzing out tactical radios and radars within 50 miles of the destination
for the chopper, a UNITA camp near Golungo Alto.  Ben and his team would
disperse the weapons in the cargo to a UNITA leader known as Spider who
would then run the arms to other UNITA fighters in Angola.

   Back at the safe house in Luanda, Laurent and Karen were getting much
needed showers before heading to bed.  Laurent told her Brit guest after a
brief meal to get some rest as they needed to be at the Embassy very early
the next day.

   Cmdr Laurent intended to work aggressively on the needs of MSD during
daylight and play hard with her guest at night.

   Wright's Hut Claire had expertly fellated both older men.  Her mouth
stropping up and down the modest sized dick of one man while jerking the
other doggedly.

   After several moments of her sucking, Wright had positioned her on her
hands and knees on the couch, her dress flipped to the small of her back as
he kneeled behind her.  His dick wet with her saliva, he pushed his hips
forward and the cock head parted her engorged labia.

   She moaned and whimpered louder as he began to plow into her with even
strokes.  Pulling the dick almost all the way out and then thrusting back
inside her tight sump.

   Roux knelt up by her face and watched as she jerked his dick and
occasionally swiping it with her tongue.  Neither man had climaxed yet.

   Wright enjoyed the wanton sight of her on her elbows and knees almost
like a bitch dog.  Her ass up and thighs spread wide.

   Girard's pussy gaped and clung to his pistoning dick as she wriggled her
fat ass, spurring him to fuck her harder.

   Looking back over her left shoulder, with her now sweaty hair partially
covering her face sexily, she begged him in hoarse voice, "Fuck me,...fuck
me Monsieur!"

   Wright's brain swirled with the erotic image of her concaved back as she
took the depths of his dick strokes.  Steadily he made her cum for the
third time since entering the hut.  Finally humping like a madman and
grunting, he gushed a thick load in her hole as she whimpered in
satisfaction.

   He pulled out of her with a wet plop and gestured to Roux, saying. 
"Climb on Bert...ride her chap."

   Claire knelt there with her legs still open.  She was embarrassed at how
she responded.  Her pussy was red and gloppy with her secretions and
Wright's ball juice.  There was a ring of shiny lather all around her
labia, it was even in her dark pubic bush.  Her hole was spasming from the
fuck by the Chief of Staff's modest dick.  She sighed dejectedly as she
felt Roux work his spike into her pussy and begin hunching.

   Wright thrilled wickedly as he lounged on the far end of the sofa
sipping beer and watched Roux fuck Claire.  He recalled the sexy sight of
the young doctor pleasuring herself that night in Madingo-Kaye.  Secure in
the knowledge of his devious hold on the young woman, Wright felt his sated
dick begin to re-harden.  TO BE CONTINUED.