I knew I was making him feel good by the way hemoaned and the look on his face. At that moment all I wanted to do was pleasehim. He instructed me to ...se my other hand also, it was difficult in that positionso he moved me around a bit and he finally got off the couch and knelt in frontof me. He had me teetering on the edge of the couch so I could hold onto hiscock and he could still touch my pussy. He had totally taken my pants off andspread my legs wide so he could have full access to my tiny. He left the house and headed over to his lawyer’s office to check up on things. He didn’t make an appointment, figuring that if Mark was busy, he would just go somewhere else. Much to his surprise, Mark was out in the front office chatting with the secretary.“Hello, Mark,” Dexter said.Mark said, “Hey, Dexter. What are you doing here?”“I just figured I’d swing by and see how things are going,” Dexter answered.“We’re making progress on the lawsuit. It looks like we’re going to get millions out of. And yes, Fogg?s buttocks were covered once again in bright redwelts. Slave Fogg?s curly hair was quite gray now, and he was a tubbyfellow. Really, Irma might have left him by now, but she couldn?t leaveMistress Miranda? MistressMiranda, beautiful, cool and quite cruel, was the love of? Irma?s life, and there were obviousissues involving Miss Miranda leaving Slave Foggbehind. The elderlycouple, naked as jaybirds shuffled upstairs into Mistress Miranda?s dungeon.There she was, in all her glory,. .. ‘ the rest was left unsaid, it could be ‘if Ling is killed’ or it could be ‘if Ling cocks it up’. Or it could be both. The general had known Sergeant Matius for years, he was the kind of soldier that is reliable, brave and somehow never ambitious enough to climb the ladder, yet survives, always survives. Time for an easy posting for a change.Ling gave directions to send his goods to the merchant’s house. Then moved on back to the general’s tent.“Ah, Ling, here are your papers. You are.