They gloated because these slips represented the reason there was no butter, little meat, no stockings, no chocolate, no petrol, no men ... soldiers, ...ailors and airmen.She stuck her hand in the white hat and pulled out just one slip. If your name was one of the previously drawn fucked ... well ... too bad ... your name had been previously drawn. Your chance for the year was over. The only way to have another chance was to go to the local office and submit the paperwork ... again. If you did. I somehow scream out abjectly, BUT more than happily :" YOUR COCK DADDY, i want YOUR COCK !! " i not only crave YOUR COCK , BUT i NEED YOUR COCK, MASTER !!" i NEED , too FEEL that STRONG , STIFF, HARD COCK , down my throat , up my ass, wherever , whenever , & however you deign to give it DADDY, PLLLLEEEAASSSSE !!!! "Grabbing my hair again, HE slaps hard, both sides of my face, with HIS large open hand, & starts rubbing my face, against HIS now, only, black coloured fabric strained JOCK ! my. She had planned a nice sunny day for us to have a picinic and to have some conversation. She looked so beautiful that afternoon, she was wearing a yellow dress that complimented her silky blonde hair which was tied up with a white ribbon. She was also wearing white nylons with white heels that had tiny yellow bows on the back of them. I was so impressed of her wonderful looks that I needed to tell her often about it. After awhile of driving and talking we finally made to our spot that I use to. This is a sold-out event. It was quite difficult."Eve looked at him and smiled grimly. "I'll help you out. We're leaving. Now, you have two spots available." She took my arm and we began to leave the hall.We had gone about half way when an old friend of mine stopped us as he came in. "Bill Anderson, how in the world are you?" He stared a moment. "Who is this lovely lady?" Hello, Grant. It's good to see you, too. This is Eve Baylor. Eve, this is Grant Fowler, an old friend." Miss Baylor, it's.