"Yes Mistress, i'll remember" i gasp . She puts the cigarette in the corner of Her mouth, and grabs my cock with Her free hand, and starts to roughly ...ump it while massaging my balls with the other. "Look at my face " She says out of the corner of Her mouth, so i watch Her face as She smokes just for me, while furiously pumping my cock.She is quite rough with it, almost uncaring for any degree of comfort it seems(My cock will be sore tomorrow i think) i can see Her enthusiasm start to flag, but. I hate everything fascism stands for, I hate them all: Hitler, Mussolini, that ridiculous man, Moseley. It simply isn't right to attack people simply because they are different from you. When I saw the pictures in the paper of Moseley's Black Shirts in Brick Lane, it made my blood boil."She was amused by the passion in his voice and yet it also touched her."David, I agree with you. I don't want to have a war but I really think we might have to - to stop all those horrid little dictators from. She looked at me intense and smile. I can see in that look that she is feeling the same.It was monsoon season so suddenly it started raining. As function was also about to over everybody started to leave. Now some of her relatives need to be stay there for nights so her parents request us to adjust some of the guest in our house, we had planty of rooms available so we said most welcome.I was busy in arranging beds for guest and than Rita came to house she was talking to my mom and than my mom. "Well go ahead and cry hon. I personally had so much mystery meat in school and when I was in the military, I have no problem with eating Trigger as long as I don't know. But for you, it's cafe on the square." I said.The owners looked at me strange. Wendy was probably the only woman I ever carried into the place. But also the brother and sister might have recognized the reporter from the most liberal TV station in the state.I waited for someone to say something but nobody did. We had our bacon.