My tongue reached down and licked up the drop of precome that formed on the head. We both shuddered, he from the sensation of my tongue on him, I from...the exquisite taste. ‘No.’ With that I went to work on him, attempting to make up for the way he made me feel that morning. I kissed the head of his cock, licking lightly where I saw fit. I teased his shaft with my lips, before running my tongue up and down his length. I tortured him with my tongue, putting pressure on the spot where the head. I carefully spread his ashes out and laid down next to him. The poppies were looking down on us. My Charlie would soon join with them.As the warm breeze flowed over my face, I could hear the church bell in the distance. I didn’t want to leave. Charlie told me I had to go, he would be waiting for me when my time came. In his usual upbeat way, he whispered, “No rush my love, take your time, I’ll be here.” I stood up and folded our blanket before returning it to its bag. Looking across the field I. " And I'll have you locked up for laying your hands on me," chimed inn Barry. "I was going to make this easy for you, but now you have to get in here and watch." I'll fucking ki..." You'll do nothing. You'll sit back and take it. You have no other choice. Cuckolding or prison? Come on Lynne; let me show you how a real man treats a woman."I'd like to say that Lynne came to her senses and tossed Barry out on his ass. I'd like to tell you that she laughed when she saw his pathetic cock. I'd really. I was glad one of the men I had dispatched carried a heavy purse."Most call me Irish," she said. "Hardly remember my name." Tell me about those men." I'd heard tales," she said, mopping her plate with a crust, "stories of women snatched out of their homes or off the streets." You said slaves back there," I reminded her."Right, they sells 'em, they says, folk, y'knows, but more'n jus' tattle, to the swells to do with what they wants." She nodded in agreement with herself and then pushed a thick.