I left the half company at the gate and rode up to the front door. I found a picketing post for my mount and hammered on the door. Getting no reply, I...walked around to the back of the house, forcing my way through dense undergrowth.There were stables at the rear of the house, and sitting by a stable door were the men under Mr. Jackson’s command. He himself came out from a stable as I approached.“Have you been paid yet, Mister Jackson?” I asked, and he nodded.“Aye, but the skinflint was not. She looked good even if it was a tad short but it fitted everywhere else.Ann looked in the mirror very happy that the dress fitted,“Can I keep on sir?” she asked excitedly, I looked in the box and pulled out a little crop top, “Try this” I said as I passed it to her, she slowly undid the buttons on her dress and was again standing there in just her tiny bra and panties,“You might want to try it without your bra” I said with a cheeky grin, her bra seemed easy to unhook and fell away easily, her. He gave up on forcing me to quit and just enjoyed it. He would wince in pleasure filled pain as I kept his cock completely engulfed in my lips, constantly running my tongue around it, and sucking it like a tongue depressor as hard and intently as I could for at least 10 minutes after sex. I finally released and laid down next to him. My panties were all twisted around my body, my bra was falling off of me, barely hanging on by one strap, my lipstick was long gone. He rubbed my shoulders, turned. One sort was my uncle Marty on my mom’s side was a vagabond who traveled around the country calling nowhere is home. He came to visit us a few months after me 18th birthday. He was a crusty sort and although in dire need of a bath he opted to sleep in our unfinished loft in our garage. There was running water there, and a full bath and kitchenette.He refused to cook and my mom would have me run him over whatever food we had eaten that night. On one occasion uncle Marty asked me if I could get.
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