"The major told me you might be joining us." I thought he was a captain," said Anne, reaching for the other young female's kid-gloved hand. She manage... to grasp her fingertips."He's whatever he chooses. Might be an admiral tonight. It's all a game to him. I'm Margaret Shippen. We're all about the same age aren't we, a quartet? Shall we sing?" I'm eighteen," said Anne, noting that the others were not listening to her but exchanging their own sly looks and tiny smiles. She felt left out somehow,. Now Ann knew from experience that such party would probably end with half the attendants being dead drunk and maybe even being sick in her spotless toilet or extremely well-kept garden, so she had offered, as a birthday gift to Robert, to rent a free standing cabin in some woods a few miles away for him to throw his party in, a cabin mostly used by the owners-former neighbours of her parents- as kind of a weekend retreat.The cabin consisted of a large living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom with. After that, her husband lost interest in her. He even told her that she has lost her charm.We chatted casually for about 3 hours after which her husband came and she had to go offline. Next day, while chatting she asked if she could see me. Now, I don’t send my photos to strangers (Tinder is a different thing). But since I did not want to lose this opportunity, I asked her if she has Instagram.She told yes and asked my Id. I told her and we got connected on Instagram. She saw my photos and. I continue sucking."Chris, are you there?" Yes Mistress," I reply. Where did that come from, calling Natalie my Mistress? It's OK. I just do what I'm told and everything will be alright. I feel another finger enter my mouth which then pulls my head to the right. "Open your eyes." I open my eyes. Natalie is kneeling to my side by the sofa with her skirt pulled up. I am looking straight at her shaved pussy so I breath deeply to take in her scent."Naughty boy," she says. I look up and see her.