" The battle was won, my love, and my Duchy, with or without me, will survive. There are a great many losses that will be mourned. A full third or mor... of the men who sailed and marched here will never return home to their families. Over half of our old Brigade died holding those trenches in front of that hill, and around many campfires tonight many other deaths will be mourned other than mine. Don't make me do like Cedany, and make you swear oaths to live onwards, after I am gone! For I see. Finally, Master won a hand, and claimed my pussy. Gratefully, I offered my desperate pussy to him, and was rewarded by his hands on my hips, and deep thrusts of his massive cock. Obviously I must only cum with Master’s permission, but I can think of no greater sin than allowing another to bring me to orgasm, and I was determined that it would not happen. Now, however, it was completely different. His hands on my hips, and his familiarity with my body, brought me to a shuddering orgasm. This room that they entered was large and spacious, quite plush with carpet and a mixture of comfortable sofas and arm chairs spread around both in groups and some more individual and away from the main groupings. There were lots of people, some thirty or forty, or so, most of whom looked up as Rob and Margie entered.Spotting a small bar, with a number of customers sitting on high stools, Rob thought it a good start to get drinks first, and that would give them a chance to look about and decide. With my ankles spread wide and my arms pulled tightly up my back, I was completely at his mercy. Once again he presented his huge black cock at my lips and slid it over my glossy red lipsticked mouth. Tyrone face fucked me. I had no choice but to take his musky black cock into my mouth. He slapped me and demanded that I get into it. I had to lick and suck like a sissy cocksucker. “Moan, bitch, moan!” I had to moan and suck and pretend that I was into having a thick black cock in my mouth and a.