Freddie Clegg had found the blitz a lot less of an imposition than most of his fellow Londoners. While many of them were spending uncomfortable nights...in the Underground or in makeshift shelters of their own, Clegg was hard at work. The raids were coming almost every night now. Two hundred bombers at a time or more they said. He'd watched them fly over many times - Heinkels with their soft rounded wings; Junkers, engines throbbing with a characteristic beat; Dorniers, slim as pencils and. She told herself she would not have an orgasm.She tried to distract her mind – math problems,thoughts of her family, anything but sex.But, of course, the hardest time to avoid thinkingabout something is when you try. She remembered herboyfriend, only to find herself dwelling on the onetime they had made love. It hadn’t been verysatisfying, either. It certainly didn’t feel like this.And this did feel good. Oh, yes, these women knew howto arouse her. What their tongues and teeth were. What you deserve."Then I reared back and slapped her in the face. She fell back onto her knees, shocked, rubbing her cheek."All right, Slave. Enough with the formalities. Prove your worth to me."I unzipped my fly and pulled my member out. She didn't need any instructions. She softly grabbed it, and lowered her mouth around it.Her experience showed, and she was quick to get me hard. As I watched her bobbing up and down on my dick, I put my hands on the back of her head.?Go all the way down. I half turned and lay down so that she fell onto the bed, in that lovely spooning position, still feeling every move of her body through my cock. She reached behind and pulled me closer and closer, my hips starting to move in and out, as once again I built my pace and rhythm. This time there was no time for her to cum, as my cock pistoned into her and then once again sent my streams of cum into her body. She groaned with each ejaculation, and told me that she could feel every part of me and.