"Just get your dressy thingshere," Margo advised. "We can get the everyday stuff cheaper else-where." We walked out of the store loaded, and walked up...34th Street toget some of that "everyday stuff" to add to our load.Our last stop was a wig shop on 5th Avenue near 35th Street. Margoseemed to know the owner, and introduced me to him. "Bobbi, this isIra," she said. "Be very nice to him. All the girls like us get wigshere." Ira was about 55 years old, smelled of old cigars, and was rudeenough to. Then I grabbed my digital cam and quickly snapped a picture of her lying there on the bed. "You can't take pictures of me," she said."Sure I can, now when your husband comes home and sees that you were laying half naked in my bed, he will know what a slut he is married to."You forced me in here though," she spit back."Yeah, but he doesn't know that, does he," I returned fire with.I then reached down, and with one hand, grabbed the crotch of her panties and ripped them off her. Then I snapped. .. my war council, along with the high command of my armed forces.“Master, the Hermiston Line is holding for now, but just barely ... it is bleeding out and perilously thin. Reports indicate that your proclamation and our propaganda are working ... desertions are rising, and the enemy can’t shoot every deserter, not to mention there was at least one mutiny behind enemy lines. The adversary is beaten. He just can’t bring himself to admit defeat.“For one thing, the enemy chain of command is. She leaned over to me. I was expectant and she began to spoil my clit with her tongue. Instinctively I moved my pelvis towards her mouth. She did it wonderfully. The gentlemen had begun to clap. This as an incentive! Yvonne didn't need this. She did it devotedly and I had the feeling that it was not her first time with a woman. Was she bisexual? She retaliated and outdid me in skill. With my eyes, I saw Markus disappear and a few moments later come back with a huge black dildo. Boo, it was huge.