She began moaning, moving in a more erratic rhythm on top of my face, moving more roughly and making it harder to keep up my work. She didn't speak, j...st moaned, her previous command not having been obeyed just yet. So I replaced my tongue with the fingers of my free hand, feeling along the walls of her vagina and finally finding her g-spot, which I then began pressing on, which caused her immediate release. She thrashed wildly on top of my face, moaning loudly. "Oh! Yes, that's what I fucking. Over the coming weeks, I developed a routine about town. I became a regular at the diner on weekdays, which is where I usually saw my new friend, "Officer Betty" (my nickname for her - she continued to call me "Mr. Clayton"). We smiled and innocently flirted, before she blushed and went on duty.Something about her in that uniform was really hot!The rest of the time I put my contractor and handyman skills to good use fixing my new home.One night I got an unexpected visit. As I was clearing up. Prof and Vanessa were more cautious and logical, their motivation being intellectual. You can probably imagine what Mom felt about my going to war, but she did agree with the necessity of forcing the Government to get its nose out of our business.We didn't hurry the conversation, as starting a war isn't the sort of thing that you want to change your mind about afterward.If all we wanted was to get rid of the UAV and have a shot at getting a truly insane amount of money, that could be achieved. One of the dominas corrected the women about the spitting, forcing my mouth open and spitting into it. I was lead over to one side of the stage where I was tied up facing the audience but allowed to smoke a cigarette. I don’t know how long I stood there but I got to watch the husband getting cock and ball treatment from one of the dominatrixs and his wife. He was tied to a cross and a spreader bar was forcing his legs wide apart to afford maximum access to his cock and balls. They had tied.