Things can get worse. Much worse. We’re not in chains yet. We’re not being beaten or confined to quarters. We’re not working until our backs bre...k, though I’ll be damned if mine doesn’t feel like it’s about to sometimes… the point is, our lot can always get worse. Jonor is the worst kind of man we could hope for right now; he’s a nobody like the rest of us, and he’s been given the authority of a Noble. He’s got no real power, but he’s got all the power. Until the young Sir comes back, Steward. .it's been a long time since I have posted a story as nothing really exciting has happened. But this past 4th of July was a very, very memorable one for me. Since I moved to this western Maryland resort of Deep Creek Lake I have been seeing and dating a lot of gorgeous older women who are sex starved divorcees or widows. One of the favorite watering holes I frequent is always crowed with such women. They either come with other women or friends and the majority of them are just looking for a. He also said how he enjoys kissing an ass,alternating side to side slowly. He liked to take his time and savorthe moment. He would wet his lips and gently suck, almost like a suckerbite. We got to his house and he said how he never licked a man's assand he doesn't intend to start now. But, he said if I would shave offall my hair and moan like a woman that he would do it. I told him I wasnot sure. He said all I had to do was pretend I was a girl while helicked my ass and we both would enjoy. "I got a nod from her and stares from her friend. Then we went to ourtable, barely able to contain our laughter. Joyce had not known who Iwas, which was fine with me. She and I had parted on pleasant if platonicterms, and I saw no need to upset that. Beth however, pointed out thather friend kept looking at us."He was trying to look right down your dress Susan! Don't tell me youdidn't notice that!" Yeah, I noticed, but he's with Joyce, not me, or you either. Leave himalone and he'll go away..