How could I resist.Hazel started licking Nats lightly haired pussy as I entered her. The problem I had was that I knew I would cum pretty quickly afte... the earlier excersions. I was only young then !I looked at Nats face. Eyes closed she was clearly enjoying Hazels attentions.Nats legs were writhing as she enjoyed the tonguing while I slowly fucked Hazels pussy. Nat suddenly gave a big moan and Hazel said to her "was that nice dear ?" "MMMMMM" was all Nat could muster in reply."Right Steve, she. I reported on board and appraised the Captain of the help the Governor’s staff had given, and that the ex-slaves were being well looked after.He frowned when told of Fulala’s whereabouts, asking what on earth did I think I was doing, was I being fair to her, allowing her to perhaps be reading something into her situation that I couldn’t possibly deliver.It was at that moment, I realised what I wanted. It was the trigger I needed. I could resign my commission and easily get an advance against my. He looked somewhat amazed at my private living space. I guess the “peace sign” posters and counter culture photos took him by surprise. “Your room looks like something out of the ‘Mod Squad,” he said as he looked at my choice of decoration. “Yeah, I know.” I said proudly as I sat on my bed. “So you’re stuck in the 1960s, even though you’re not old enough to remember them.” He asked as he peeked in my private bathroom. “I was born in the wrong decade.” I replied. “Who told you that?” “It’s just. Like over the top sub.”“Wait, ‘sub’?” she asked, not familiar with the term.I nodded, understanding. “Submissive. He’s horny for the BDSM scene. She’s his owner. Not kidding. He gets his rocks on giving up control to her. But, being a piece of shit, she made him do something that would train-wreck all our lives. I’m not the kind of guy to judge. I’ve followed the links he had on his computer and when those relationships work, they’re like a machine, but when someone decides to victimize the.