Thanked her if he was the one who received the mail. For some reason, she really took to Charles. With hindsight, one might suppose she had (as we use... to say) ‘set her cap at him’. Certainly, she never encouraged any of the other men on the base.Charles somehow found himself entertaining Betty with a drink, then another evening, to a film. A dance held at the base resulted in his walking her the couple of miles to her flat above the Post Office. Neither could be said to be drunk, but were,. “Having fun, Slut?” she asked mockingly.A wave of pleasure started to spread over me and I closed my eyes. I was slapped sharply across my cheek.“Did I say you could close your eyes? Look at me, Slut,” she demanded.Suddenly, all the points of pain became mere pinpricks as my orgasm came close. The sting on my cheek, and the slaps to my pussy, became insignificant. My nipples were almost painfully erect from the cold water and Mistress took the left one and squeezed gently. The fingers inside me. “And I’m Jabrielle,” the other said. All of them looked to be around the same age as me, in their early twenties or so. But you could tell they were much older than me in experience. They were much tougher than I ever had to be. “Hi,” I said. “I’m Julia.” Sandy took my hand and shook it when I offered. “What are you in for?” Sandy asked. I told them I was in for selling pot. My boyfriend was the one selling it but he was growing it in my apartment. “That’s too bad,” she said and I noticed. “We want to make sure the other grows at the same rate, right?” I moved slightly to her other side, reached up to her face and gathered up the drooling trail of cum from the other side of her chin. I then slipped that hand down inside her bra to cup her other firm breast.“Oh God. That feels so nice, Uncle Jeff,” she said as she leaned into me while my cum-coated hand played with her stiffening nipple. I could feel the cool sleek fabric of her bra against the back of my hand as I smoothed my.