“Ooh, that’s it. You just keep doing that for, like, an hour.”He frowned. That kind of presumptuousness, after she’d already ordered him up to...oil her back? Lustful frustration compounded on his indignation. On the spur of the moment, he decided to get back at her, to get even. He spied the strings of her top, still hanging down from underneath her.He grabbed one, yanked it away, and ran.“What the--hey! Give that back, you little pervert!”She gave chase, an arm crossed over her chest. It wasn’t. " He said in his loud command voice, taking a step forward. "So is trespassing on posted private property and breaking and entry...shall I go on?" I retorted calmly, “Laura is of age, and is an adult in the eyes of the law. She now has the best legal representation that money can buy…shall I go on? Get off of our property. “I am only going to ask you one more time. Where is she?" The big goon asked, sticking his face in mine. It was good cop bad cop, without the good cop; I just smiled. All I. Finally, he inserted his tongue as far into my vagina as it would go. Fucking me with his tongue, I could now hear guttural moans coming from his throat. I could also feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the second!He pulled his tongue out of me and began flicking it across my clit. Gently at first, then with ever increasing pressure. Sometimes his tongue would move in circles, sometimes side to side or up and down, never repeating the pattern. Occasionally his tongue would leave my clit so. I did not get the daily rum ration. The weather was generally very hot, and I was glad I was not on one of the crowded troopships.As we turned at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay and began another week of sailing, this time northward, I was taken to one of the ships that carried General Howe's horses. The sailors called their ship a ketch, and it held three large pens of horses, all in various states of distress. I was a replacement for several men who had died or had fallen or been kicked.