“Yes, Master, that is definitely true ... you know what else is true?” Sandy asked Julian with a hint of mischief in her eyes.“What would that b..., sugar plum?” Julian used one of many pet names for his first ever slut-slave, a woman whose utter thralldom to him had set things in motion.“I need that cock of yours up my ass, pretty please! You know that I’m hooked on sodomy, especially with you, and I also want my cunt fucked good, so I can have your baby! Face it, Master, you’re stuck with me.. “I have a committee, of course, but other than that I haven’t really said anything to anyone yet. We’ll launch the campaign near the end of January, though I’m sure it will leak well before then.”“Since the primary is still four months away, don’t give away your whole campaign tonight,” I said. I hoped this wouldn’t turn into a political gathering. “Just tell us all how you plan to deal with the liability of your husband.”“We actually have different last names,” Carla said, “so I thought I’d. Mike and I walked along the street with his arm around me, he would grab my ass and pull my skirt up at times, we made it to his barracks room, it was a large room with 4 beds in it, he said his roommates would be back soon so we needed to hurry, Mike pushed me back onto a bed and reached under my skirt, he yanked my panties down and pulled them off throwing them in the corner, he pushed my legs open and started to eat my pussy, he was so good at it, his mouth was sucking my clit as his. Why was the bed then making knocking noise? His reverie broken he gradually floated down to earth. The knocking in fact was coming from the door, not from the bed. Hurriedly he pulled up his pants but it took some time and considerable effort to conceal his stiff rod inside. Eventually he opened the door and saw the person he hated the most in this wide world, none other than Kaniyalal the Karbhari (the chief administrator) of the State of Bansban, population 60,000. The year was 1949. India.