Take a seat over there...” She pointed to a well-stuffed red settee next to a coffee table with four tablets on it, “ ... and pick a girl from our...video selection. When you’ve chosen one – or two – come and talk to me again.”“Just the one today. Two would be ... too many.” Josh decided that ‘too expensive’ wouldn’t go down well.That morning, Leanne had greeted the latest batch of new arrivals. “Okay girls. I’m Leanne, and I’m the Madame here. I have the biggest tits so I’m the boss. I know. " He approached you. He put his fingers in you and licked the juices on them. He knelt in front of you and sucked my cum out of your cunt. It dribbled down his chin and his face was slick and shiny. His little prick was stiff and the veins, throbbing. You smiled and reached down and put it in you. He seemed uncertain about what to do. You grabbed his ass, pulled him in deeper and started your humping motions. He was very excited, face flushed bright red, eyes closed and frantically driving his. .I stiffened my back and averted myeyes.."SLAP!" He his meaty fingers connected with my right cheek"Look at me, bitch" he ordered, and I did staring into his eyes as heraised his hand again"SLAP" again my right cheek took him and I squeaked a little femme"Oh!"(Now just to let you know, girls, Daddy and I had chatted about anotherfetish we both had in common: face-slapping - it made me so hot to haveto deny my male instincts of fighting back when another male challengesmy dignity like that, and. " That's a very good point. I hope you're right. I'd hate to spend some time in Leavenworth (the military prison) just because I volunteered to win the war!" Yeah, but I ain't fired a shotgun since I last went hunting back in 1914, before the war. What with working full time in the mill and part time at the garage fixing tractors, I ain't had any time for hunting. I'll need some time to get my eye and reflexes back. A shotgun ain't nothing like shooting that there '03 Springfield rifle.I guess.