“Yes. As many times as possible. In fact I insist that she does.” I answered honestly. It was interesting to see the tension ease in him at tha.... I was puzzled by the reaction but didn’t say anything. It looked as if her participation and pleasure was preferred by him.“What’s her safe word?” he finally asked. This time I couldn’t stop my grin.“Vodka.” I said. “See you in a few days.” and I left without looking back. It was when I got to my car that I realized he hadn’t given me back the. The one he found here was named Jean McG--, a serving wench at the nearby tavern who had once been an indentured servant like so many Marylanders. She served Walker and the French captain the first evening to their enthusiastic delight and rogered Captain Foster to a fare-thee-well the next forenoon. Then it was my turn.Jean hauled me back to her small cabin, smiling and chattering as if we were heading for a church picnic. She said she had a friend of some years who was about my size, maybe. My heart was banging against my chest and the room was quiet enough to hear my cousin snoring down the hallway. Her arm came out from under the blanket and I expected her to turn the light on but she didn't. I heard her mouth moving and then what sounded like her spitting. I didn't move, stiff as my dick. Then she brought her hand back under the covers and went right for my cock. I nearly nutted right there and then. Her hand was as wet as a pussy and she stroked my dick like she'd been doing. I spread you legs wide, all the time your trying to push your pussy to my face. I lick from your clit, all the way down your slit, sucking in your pussy juices as I go. I keep going and lifting you up, slide my tongue over your ass, and start rimming that sweet puckered asshole. I break away and over the next fifteen minutes alternate between your ass, trying to push my tongue all the way in, your slit, as your juices wash over my face, and your clit, working your clit, that tasty clit,.