With a final long playful stoke of his hard member she quickly left the room. "I'm going to get yer ya little minx. One minute till I hunt you down!... he growled playfully. She loved the thrill of the chase. Running down the tiled hall, she stopped at the end and tiptoed back past the lounge door. Taking the wide central stair upstairs, she loved the feeling of the deep pile carpet on her bare feet. She darted in and out of rooms looking for a good place to hide. Then, taking a second. He told me what a great time he had with Maggie and how pleased he was, with me allowing her to have friends like himself. He told me that he had a huge favor, he'd like me to do for him. "I have a cousin, who's never had sex with a white woman and it's one of his favorite fantasy. He would so love to fuck a white woman and I know that Maggie would just be the most wonderful woman for him to have as his first white piece of ass," he told me. What could I say? The question had just hit me out of. Wellington looked up from a document he was perusing as I entered. He gazed at me intently for a moment.“I know I have seen you somewhere before, Colonel, but I’m damned if I can recall where.”“You awarded me a battlefield commission at Ciudad Rodrigo, Your Grace.”He stared blankly for a moment, and then broke into a broad smile.“Of course! You were the berserker on the ramparts of the redoubt. With your thirst for battle I am surprised you survived the campaign in Iberia.”He turned and. A blindfold. I opt out of the leather ones so often preferred by people in the scene, and choose instead my own personal favorite. A brand new tempur-pedic eyemask, it's memory foam shaping to his face flawlessly, fitting snugly without discomfort and leaving no gaps to peek through. Now I can let go of my own mask, he can't see my face so I don't have to pretend anymore. I spend a moment walking a slow circle around he, wishing I had thought to ask for pictures. Another trip to the chest. This.