I sigh. Last week hits me like a cold bucket of water. I had been at her house on a rainy day. Nothing bad happened—except for me getting a boner an... leaking pre-cum—at all. But seeing her in that shirt reminds me of the way she stood by the entrance to her kitchen with that oversized, silky shirt that showed off her slender legs. All alone and careless to my ogling eyes. I wanted to touch her every curve very much. But I knew better and left. Now, I guess it's time to get a better. Instead I slipped away to the east and the Army of the James. My identity confirmed by telegraph, I returned to the Capitol. Allan debriefed me and immediately handed me another assignment."Bridget, high society here is riddled with Southern sympathizers. I want you to pose again as a Southern Belle. Just keep your eyes and ears open and note who expresses Secessionist opinions. Most of them are just talkers, but we're concerned about an underground organization called 'The Knights of the. Do you have any wine she asked?I thought to myself it’s 10am this is my kind of girl . Yeah I might let me look. I walked out to the kitchen and she followed me. I reached under the cabinets and pulled out 4 different bottles. She was leaning over the counter. She had baggy sweatpants on and her ass looked amazing, I could see down her shirt, her titts so round. Yeah I’ll have this one! I searched for a wine glass and finally found one. So Chris you must not drink much wine?This isn’t no wine. I was a little skeptical but he was a nice enough guy so we went in. To my surprise there was three more guys. I finally knew I was in trouble when he introduced me as a little white cock slut. At that point in my totally inexperienced sex life the only thing I ever sucked on was my GF’s titties. Things were about to change big time. On your knees white boy. You can start the action of by sucking our cocks. There I was down on my knees surrounded by 4 BBC’s. Well I was curious about sucking a.