I looked around myself nervously, hoping all those distant faces weren't staring at us. Then again, it turned me on a little more, to think we might b... being watched. He was so eager, he pushed his hips up toward my face and shoved his dick desperately into my mouth. I sucked hard, then released, caressing his hard pole with my tongue, then softly embracing all of him deep into the soft walls of my throat ... in and out, over and over, feeling him plunge it in deeper as his shoved his hips at. Your arms are tied to wide spreading branches and your legs are forced apart; again you feel his hands touch your breasts and play with them roughly this time, tweaking your nipples with his fingers, biting them teasingly, slapping your breasts so they wobble in front of his eyes; he has you right in his command.Suddenly you feel something cold and metallic against your hip, you hear a feint snip and you discover this man has a pair of scissors and had just cut one side of your wet panties. . He asked about them, and I said they were fine. He took the hint, and asked me if I thought we could make a life together. In his normal, understated way, he was asking me if I would marry him. I looked at him, and said he had to earn his promotion first – I wasn’t going to marry a Flight Lieutenant. He dug into the pocket of his very white, crisp shirt and showed me an “official” looking letter. I couldn’t read it in the fading light and asked him to tell me about it. In response, he switched. “Very nearly done,” Sal said. “I’ve bought a white apron, and a mop cap, both cotton, you can put them on now, then I’ll place a cameo broach at your throat.” The apron was small, and more decorative than anything, well starched, and with a white lace trim, the mop cap matched it. The broach was genuinely very old, it had been her Grand Mothers, she’d bought it in Italy between the wars. It showed the bust of a woman etched in pink and white, and it was mounted in gold.CHAPTER 2“Right” Sally.