‘Tell my ass that you’re home.’ ‘Honey, I home’ you say sweetly, the tiredness still in your voice. Honey? ‘What’s this honey shit?’ I...growl. ‘My ass is your MASTER! Try again!’ You’re still on all fours looking up at your fleshy master with a mix of trepidation and desire in your big brown eyes. ‘Kneel before your master and say your home and kiss my ASS!’ You rise up on your knees and say ‘Master, I’m home’ as your warm breath blows between your quivering lips warming my cheeks. My hard cock. I think it was more of a directional little pat but I could tell he was going to take every chance he got. I sat down and my skirt rode straight up my legs so far that the darker control top of my tights was now visible. I got so tangled, that when I moved so that I could pull it down, one of the damned shoes fell off my foot and onto the pavement. The taxi driver bent down to retrieve it, his big stomach hindering him somewhat. As he did I took a deep breath and composed myself again."Here you. I moaned holding the bar tightly and I spread thighs to easy access of her. She grabbed my booty cheeks and squished them. Her sharpen nails scratched hurting me and slapped on bums fired me into maximum. She licked all the pussy juice inserting tongue in to the hole. I had no any tuning point other than come to the climax. I could only see her head moving up and down through friction of my boobs. She looked at me with successful smile and parted the swelled pussy lips and inserted her middle. "Army pay, no hold-backs or stoppages, bonuses for horses," he said. "A guinea to sign, sixpence a day." Sixpence?" I said, spinning a shilling on the table top."Bonuses for most," he said."How long do I have to sign for?" A year gets you a guinea, two years three guineas." I'll sign on for two years. Think this trouble'll las' that long?" Wot's your name?" John Carroll," I said, thinking of the best-known name in Maryland."Welcome to the Tory Legion, John," he said, offering a tidy hand. I.