My eyes still fixed on the wall, I waited. Moments passed and the quiet endured. When finally I turned, the soldier was still on his knees by my bed, ...is face buried in his hands as he silently wept. For a flittering moment I felt the urge to reach out and touch him on the shoulder, until my anger flared and crushed the despicable notion. To evoke such a feeling of compassion was a violation as despicable as that of those others, and perhaps even more so! I wanted to kick him. To scream and. "Hop in," he added.On arriving at the house, he opened the back doors and got out his hand truck and a package - a large package."You need to sign for this, and there are import duties due on it also," he informed me."What is it? Are you sure it's for the O'Connell's?" I asked."This is," and he gave me our address, "the O'Connell residence, right?" he asked again."Yes." Well, it's for you, and I need to collect," and he named an amount,"For import duty," he added."Where is it from?" I. “You wouldn’t believe how horny I am right now, you will have to give me a good fucking when we get home.”Friday when I picked her up at the park and ride I handed her a dildo.“We’ll sit here and you fuck yourself with the dildo. We’ll see what your pervert friends do.” I directed her as she adjusted herself in the seat, spreading her legs and slowly working the dildo in and out of her wet pussy. There were four men standing together now, talking about something, which I felt was us, as they. She picked up the garter belt and hooked it around my small waist; inno time she had me standing next to the bed with her new stockings onhooking and adjusting the last garter to my stocking tops. She pulledand adjusted the garter belts shiny metal clasps up as high as mystockings would allow and had them stretched to the limits.They felt like nothing I have ever felt against my legs. Her handssmoothed out any little wrinkle from my ankles up to the stockingstops. They looked like glass against.