. it is a Genealogy record of my family tree. Look... along with some photographs!" Oh Sir, how interesting, l love history... especially family histo...y!" Well, it goes back to Victorian Times and l've come across an interesting ancestor of mine." Really, let's have a look, please" Of course," Sir says and shows Misty an old fashioned photo of what looks like a staff picture and points to a stern looking gentleman."This man interests me. He was a House Master, a butler who oversaw many servants. The combination of tall reeds, bushes and trees hid our force from the surrounding hills as we shed our camouflage clothing and packed them in the leather saddle bags on the mules. Our beasts were happy to drink the cool water. I had pushed them hard and the sweat-covered animals were giving off an unpleasant smell. The men moved up-stream and gained their own taste of the water as I sucked on my tube a bit and cleared my dry mouth, the water reservoir soothing my need. My black mule whinnied. They were doing that when a ball of roaring light flew by the sleigh, reaching higher into the sky."What the fuck?!" gasped Bob."That must have been a missile," said Gwyneth, excitedly. "We see them on the scopes back at the pole, but I never realized how big and loud and scary they are in real life." Who's shooting missiles at us?" squawked Bob. He reached for the reins to the sleigh automatically. It was the first time he'd felt the need to do that.Gwyneth leaned forward and peered at a. . or not, but from now on you will only do so with my permission."And while we are on the subject, you must also start asking for permission to cum. I may not be ready for you to cum just yet and you would rob me of the pleasure of giving you the gift or cumming with you and sharing it." Yes, Sir. I will remember these rules." Good girl. Now, since you are kneeling already, scoot back just about a foot or so." Alexia pushed back to the desired distance. "Sit up with your back straight and push.