I attached her chain lead to her slave collar and walked slut down to the pub. It was on a short walk, no more than a few minutes. I ordered a wine fo... me and a glass of tap water for slut. Slut picked up the glasses and I led her over to a corner table. I told her to remove her top coat which of course she obediently did, I then removed the lead from her collar. Very shortly a few guys wandered over obviously intrigued. To told slut to open her legs so her cunt rings were very visible. “Feel. I kept on sucking like a hungry man. I made her lie on a chair and went between her legs, gave pecks on her inner thighs and started slurping her vagina. She shivered and jumped and said its a nice feeling. She said please dont stop, lick me till I say no. I wana know how it is. I kept on licking sucking and eating her cunt. I didnt lift my face up and she encouraged me to do more and more by pressing my head over her pussy. Ahhh o yeahh, kha jao, puri chut ko kha lo, puri chut ko mou me leke. My worry about her affected me so much I was removed from missiles and moved back to base till Sarah returned. Luckily one evening I ran into a colleague I,d gone through Air Police School with six years before who,d managed to retrain to personnel and at the time was fresh back from a tour in Danang, Vietnam. He,d recently sewed Masfer Sergeant Stripes on while I had just been added to the promotion list for Staff Sergeant. Security Police was supposed to be such a critical career field we. * By round three the Porsche, and Portia, have gone supernova. The windows are fogged and the heated leather seats squeak loudly as we rut like rabbits. Her squelching, messy cunt is a rioting torrent of need, creaming my thick erection with her arousal and my second load of the night. I’m so enamored I don’t notice the knocking, don’t notice anything until icy wind cuts through the steamy haze of sex. There’s an audible gasp, followed by unmistakably familiar Vietnamese obscenities. .