But my cock, small though it was, was all I had and the thought of it in a cage just didn’t sit well with me. I was brought out of my reverie when I...heard Don tell Lorie to get up and go get the cage. I couldn’t help but be curious…and nervous! As she stood and moved away, he said, “Well, bud, ready to have your little cocklet caged? That’s what I sent Lorie to get. She went and bought it last week on my instructions. “If I have a choice at all, Don… um, may I call you Don?” “No, you may call. I remember the constant crash of musket fire, the hoarse shouts of the attacking French infantry—who themselves were charged by our heavy cavalry and scattered—and the swarms of cuirassiers around the square.At times I would dash out from the front of the square and bayonet a fallen cuirassier through the throat. The heavy breastplate cuirassiers wore made it a struggle for them to rise from a fall but able to turn a pistol ball. I discovered a bayonet blade in the throat the best way to. ..Charlie had arranged to go a bar to watch a football match when we get there the bar is rammed --- I had dressed to impress as always nice short mini dress and high heels -- I'm not really into watching football, but the clothes make me feel really good and KNOW I look amazing ..... Showing my legs and wonderful cleavage mmmmmm...I look in the mirror before going out and think to myself --yes I would fuck me -So I finally manage to get a drink and have to stand by a high bar table --no. Letting him know he was pleasing me with his cock.Timmy was different than Richard not in size but in technique he was more of a slow grinder. With each thrust he’d bury his cock into me and then grind on my clit.I brought my legs up and opened them wider and grabbed his hips and helped him fuck my cum filled cunt. I love listening to the sound my pussy makes as I’m getting fucked. The wet squishy noise as Timmy’s cock burrowed it’s way inside me had my pussy quivering and flowing like a river..