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Brad had been watching Sarah for some time now. She was the wife of the camp's commanding officer and was always strutting around like she owned the place. Some days she would wear a cute blouse and a tennis skirt, and she always had an air of confidence about her.

Brad wanted her. He wanted to take her, to make her his. He wanted to dominate her, to make her beg for his touch.

Brad walked up to Sarah, his eyes never leaving hers. He moved closer to her, and his hand gently grazed her arm. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "You know you want this, Sarah. You know what I can do to you."

Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't move away. She felt her body heat up and her heart racing. She was powerless against Brad seduction.

Brad led her to the middle of the parade square, where his men had gathered to watch. He moved to undress her, his hands slowly exploring her body. His touch was gentle yet demanding, andSarah felt her body melting under his hands.

He grabbed her around the waist and bent her over, lifting her skirt. He entered her with force and began to fuck her mercilessly. Sarah squealed in pleasure as Brad pounded her tight little pussy. His men cheered him on as they watched Brad taking his pleasure.

Sarah squirted all over the floor and she covered her face in embarrassment. Brad pulled out and took her pink lacy thong away from her. Sarah quickly ran back to her husband's car, covering her now exposed pussy.

Brad hung up her thong on the flag pole as a sign of dominance, having conquered Sarah. He smiled to himself, satisfied with the way he had taken her. It didn't matter that she was the wife of the commanding officer; she was his now.