An uncle now captained his own privateer somewhere in the South Atlantic. Philip was, he admitted to his friends, lukewarm, more interested in the cou...troom than in revolution, but every Saturday he drilled with his comrades, an old musket on his shoulder, one he had never fired.He was tall and thin with an unruly shock of wheat-colored hair which he wore clubbed back and tied with a black ribbon, almost nineteen years old and unmarried, in fact innocent of women, despite his best efforts and. I was trying to think what club that would be as sometimes she went out for drinks with her work gang. The young guy said he kind of remembered because it was just her and a group of men. Anyway, he said it was no biggy because he just got to fuck her. The others asked if Janet could be regular and take the place of Margaret as they wanted to eventually fuck Janet’s arse. I told them she already does that, and they started cheering. I then said that Janet works during the day, but Margaret will. I start to suck it as best I know how and Jenn walked over and grabbed one of my hands and placed it on his shaft and told me that guys like this and to act like I was jacking it off while I suck it. She then said I know you know how to do that. Then she grabbed my other had and placed it on his balls and told me to caress those. She then stood behind Peter and reached around and grabbed the back of my head and started to rock as if she was causing him to fuck my face.I heard Peter really start. He slaps me off his cock as Ilook at the bathroom door for the fifteenth time. Ishake my head to clear it and crawl to the closed doorwhining loudly.“Puppy Girls go on the paper, not the potty.”The shame of it all makes my face red and my pussydrip. I scurry to the paper and kneel, knowing I haveto go there, but my bladder and mind telling me nottoo. My discomfort grows as I can not let go of my peeand I whimper uncomfortably. As is my life, he watchesme.“Heel!”And I.