“I was told you were a Colonel,” Van Smit added.David smiled, “Colonel retired, from the Khana Rifles of his Majesty Prince Hazid Ibram Khan of ...anda. Not the British Army, Mr Van Smit.”Van Smit’s expression relaxed a little at this information. “My son and I are trying to start a new home in the German protectorate. I lost my wife and three children in the internment camps. I don’t have much money, but it is gold. My horses are worn out but I have land now. It needs to be tilled and. I need to tinkle.” “Wait!” she said. I looked at her and her face was turning a deeper shape of blue. I figured out when they blush their face got darker. “Yes, Master?” “Well…um…you …don’t …need,” she stammered. “I….mean if you….want…” “I understand, Master,” I said and smiled at her. Rumor had it was some of the Amazons really loved our taste. She laid flat on her back and I crawled up her lovely body. I threw one leg across her body and straddled her face. I slowly lowered my pussy over her. “You need to get undressed if you’re coming back to bed,” I said, arching one eyebrow in a way I hoped conveyed a certain sultry air.“And you,” she leaned down and kissed me softly, “need to put something on for me,” and her hand appeared, her index finger holding up a dildo dangling from a strange lattice of belts and buckles. “This,” she looked at it, a smile on her face, “was a present from Kerry, you know, my ex. It’s the best thing she ever did.”“What is it?”“Oh my God, Anais, do you even. Ami Partho ke diye pond marate parbo na. Amar pond ta tumi chodo aar Partho amar guude tar bara ta dhukiye amar guud ta chuduk.” “Eta abar kemon katha holo?” Subhash abar theke Sapna boudee ke jigesh korlo. Takhon Sapna boudee bollo, “aar baba, ponder phuto ta guuder phuto theke choto hoye, tai ponde Partho tar mota bara ta dhokale amar bhison lagbe. tachara, kal rate Partho amake chudeche aar tate amar guuder phuto ta ektu dhile hoye giye thakbe tai jodi aaj ke Partho amar guude tar lomba ar.