"I pluggedher ass earlier to get it stretched and ready for you." And with thather hand smacks my ass driving the plug in a bit further. "Chaz...says she'll do anything we want. Is that true?" I told you she would," my new Master responded "and she will rightbitch." His hand slaps my ass even harder than Mistresses and all I cando is try to nod yes as best as my shoulder straps will allow mymovement. I now see my Master in front of me and he's wearing a tightpair of black leather pants.. We dropped six or seven that time. Ben was wounded and will return to base round about. He has no radio."I knew we had been lucky so far. Ambushes would only work for so long. Then, we would have to fight for our lives and freedom.Suddenly, my radio crackled. "This is George from VanWert calling. We heard your report three nights ago. We're riding hard with twenty plus some women from Cincy. Where do you want us? What's the situation?" George, it's good to hear you. This is Jim Woods. Stay on. When you’ve settled down I return to my feast. I run my tongue up and down between your lips. Teasing, tasting at the entrance to your pussy. Slipping in with just the tip of my tongue but only so I can have a quick taste before returning to lap up and down, up and down… When I think you’ve had enough torture and I’ve had enough of merely tasting I decide it’s time to give you what you want. I now concentrate on running my tongue over your thrusting clit and gently squeezing it between thumb. I wasn’t a fan of anal, but my sister said it was because my only experience of it was my fat landlord who’d basically raped me. I must admit, I’d seen her get fucked in the arse so often that I was thinking of trying it again.I sat down in one of the bar stools. I was shaking and my heart was beating so fast.I signalled the bargirl. She was 26, maybe 27. She finished serving a youngish couple half a dozen meters away and came over to me.“You’re popular. Dressed like that every guy in the.