His only crime was being in Bonaparte’s thrall, and being defeated at Waterloo.”“Were you with Marshal Ney at Waterloo, General?”“No, I was ...rouchy’s assistant chief of staff, which is why I have this command.”He saw the puzzlement on my face and explained.“The royalists look kindly on Grouchy and his men. They believe he deliberately misinterpreted Bonaparte’s orders, and failed to prevent the Prussians marching to aid Wellington at Mont Saint Jean.”“And did he?”Defarge rose from his chair.. However, this girl, she almost did it for them like she wanted to be restraint against that wall.Agent 1 reluctantly got out of his chair and started his walk down towards Sylvia's room. And while he was walking, he noticed that he was getting happier the closer he came to Sylvia's room. He had to push himself mentally, to get into his role of an interrogator again. Something that came natural to him was now getting very hard to do.When he reached the door to Sylvia's room, he took a deep. His eyes continue up to my breasts as he moves to me, placing his strong hands on my hips.Randy turns me, backing me up to the bed. I sit as he kneels before me, parting my knees exposing my swollen labia. I lay back as he places my legs on his shoulders. When his tongue touches the base of my slit, I let out a soft gasp. In one stroke, Randy licks up to my clit and then back down. His tongue pushes past my swollen lips as his fingers rub my clit in a circular motion."Mmmm Randy, that feel so. I was so glad that I had only just fucked her as I would have cum long ago such was the pleasure she was giving me. I held her head tight as she bobbed up and down with her arms outstretched playing with my nipples, I knew I was now getting close and so did she as she quickened the pace slurping on my wet cock, my balls soaked with the excess, ‘Oh Yes’, her we go, I could feel my wet balls tighten and my cock pulsate, “OH YES!” I cried softly as I grabbed her head hard, she felt it hit the back.