Oh my god! ... I am ... I am a dad ... and I'm getting responsible. I swore I'd never ... but ... here I am. In the shit!If she wasn't just like her m...ther, I wouldn't... yes I would! Wouldn't! I went with some real barkers. Yes ... you did. They were the girls who put out. So don't say nasty things about Inkeri ... guys are going to WANT her. They are going to want her stark naked ... spread out and moaning for it. Remember what I said? "With girls you worry about every dick." Lordy ... I want. We marched into our assigned village of Market Laverton one sunny morning in late June, and it appeared to be a pleasant and peaceful enough place, nestled in a fold of land on the edge of the great Plain. The company was billeted on land belonging to the Rector of Laverton, and I was invited to reside in the Rectory during the company’s stay in the village. I declined the offer as I did not want the locals to gain the impression the army was here solely to guard the Church lands, of which. ”“As you should be,” I simply answered, “now, do you understand your instructions?”She looked down. “Yes, Mistress.” Her voice now was one of resignation to her fate and to her role in life.With that I took her leash and opened the front door. The sun was shining and I could feel the warmth. It was certainly warm enough not to need a jacket although possibly too chill to be naked. Still the sun was weak enough for no need to make use of sun screen. I walked down the path to the street and. Unfortunately, we did not have a lot of time to relax because of the immanent arrival of Mrs. Mason. Sally was in the best condition of any of us because she had not taken part in the vigorous exercise the rest of us had been through. She had masturbated during the fucking sessions and had cum several times, though not as hard as had the rest of us.Anyway, Sally got dressed and helped the rest of us to get our clothes on in time to be out the door and driving away before Mrs. Mason drove up. I.