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Languages: español /translator

Location: Colombia;cucuta

Smokes/Drinks: NO / SI

Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Couples

Age: 20

Body Type: Natural

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Madam Parle Moi Chatroulette her tits and tell me how much you want to see her cunt." Satisfied, I say, "Yes Madam, they are beautiful. I don't care any more. I am going to sleep now. Tomorrow is a new day." The next morning, I slip on my black silk robe, slip into my naked red corset, and drift off to sleep in a big pile on the sofa. Moments later, a brilliant bright light is shining through the open window, casting a dazzling yellow glow on my body. I keep my eyes closed and my heart pounding as I drift off to sleep again. I have never in all the times I have been here in this room. I am in a constant state of arousal and intensely nervous. The sun is beginning to peek over the windows, slowly revealing more of the spectacular scene outside. I can see more vehicles, more military equipment, and more troops. I am so excited. I have never been with a woman. The air outside is so breathable, there is nothing for miles around. I love it. I feel so free. My Mistress is on the sofa, her legs tucked up in her arms.

She smiles as she thinks of tomorrow. I look at the time, notice that it will be hard for me to get up in the morning. But then again, my Mistress will want me to commute to work, tomorrow may well be a very busy day indeed. I get up and get dressed and leave the house, walking down the street I see more than a couple of service vehicles going past, and one that has military markings on it, presumably the same as today. The service will be held at a later date, probably at a location near the site of today's fighting. I step out of the car and glance back at the site of battle. It is now quite dark, the site is covered with craters and craters hardly shows any signs of life. The sky is partly clouded, partly filled with a thick blanket of fine rain that has melted somehow. The ground is strewn with the fallen earth, mostly shale, and the vegetation is sparse and grass, mostly weeds. The only trace that remains of human presence is a group of twisted barbed wire still fixed to the window. The only light in the valley is torchbeacons, some likely set here for nighttime, others probably thrown in the field to attract attention. The rain has stopped and the sky has begun to lighten. Several headlights have been thrown in the area, and several red lights have been seen in the valley before. A strong wind blows through the wires, and several motorcycles have stopped and are now parked along the edge of the site. Two cars have come alongside and are now bumping into each other. Several more horses have rounded the base of the hill, two on each side.

Several snipers are visible through the holes in the stones. One holds a grenade, and the other two have their weapons out in a crouched position close to the body of the fallen soldier. The grenades, if they explode, would cause the fallen soldier to flip-flop wildly, a sound almost audible in the silence. Another body, that I recognise, has the legs of a stretcher, and is slowly walking towards the centre of the scene. The stretcher is assisted by a young female paramedic, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, but who is surely still a few years older than me, climbs on the back of the fallen soldier and lifts his limp, warm body to her face, making her smile. A few minutes pass. The paramedic, is carrying the fallen soldier back to the ambulance. She carries him in its hold. The bags are opened and the contents checked, then put in the back of the ambulance. I watch as the young female puts the bags in the trunk. The vehicle is carried out, and the stretcher is followed by the vehicle and the fallen soldier's body. The ambulance dismounts. The fallen soldier is now in the back of the ambulance for about half an hour. Then, the trunk is unloaded and carried back to the ambulance. The young female puts the fallen soldier's warm body in the back of the ambulance. The ambulance stops and the fallen soldier is put into the trunk, which is left beside the jeep..

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