My ex-husband and I went to Cornwall in England for a couple of days to relax as we had both been working very hard. We checked into a quiet hotel nea... Truro, the capital of Cornwall in the West Country of England. We noticed that there was a snooker room in the hotel and we both went there after dinner on the evening to play for an hour. I knew my husband was feeling randy and was ready for sex. We kissed for a while as we were alone in the snooker room. My husband asked if he could fuck me on. They were tight. While comfortable enough for the moment, she was worried that the leather might cut off her circulation. Her shoulders also felt strained, pulled tight above her.She tried to relax, shifting to support as much of her weight as she could on tip toe. Listening for him, all she heard was the creek burbling past and the birds occasionally calling out to each other. A light midday breeze flitted across her bare skin.Vaguely at first, then more definitely, she heard his returning. "Well Davina you have work to do, and I have a horny wife to please....sooff you go, our bedroom needs cleaning." Yes Master." I curtsied almost fainting at the joy of the stockingrubbing against my cock. I looked on with lust as Master moved to MadamePenelope and began to caress her bottom. To relieve myself of erotic andfrustrating thoughts I hurried from the room. When I got to the bedroomI realised that it was a mess and that I was not going to dispel theerotic thoughts running through my. He was lucky it happened near the end of the fight so we could recover the tank. Right now First Company is still down two tanks. Replacements seem to take two weeks to replicate. But repairs never take more than one day. Everyone figures that command does that to remind the crews to be careful since a lost tank takes you out of your tank and usually gets you send to work with an infantry squad until your replacement tank is ready. Erica and I are still debating what "forfeit" to demand from.