His cock was rigid again after the horse-whipping; he viewed the plump feminine buttocks, bulging in the tight cream-coloured riding outfits, boots wi...kedly accentuating taught thighs beside which crops hung, and wondered what pain would be inflicted. One of these women; a particularly plump and wicked- looking woman of about 40, her haughty face sneering as she had thrashed him, grabbed his cock and pulled it back to oblige matron. Her velvet gloved hand being used as harshly as possible,. "According to Clarky Kent he's now down there most nights, wrapped around one of the tarts."Kent was on guard, so I went across to the guardroom and found out from him that Jazzer had been going down to the Copper Kettle every night that he was off duty; it seemed likely that it was there that he had met his inamorata.'The Kettle' was a well-known knocking shop/bar/dance hall, not exactly out of bounds to our troops but not with a very good reputation. I asked Clarky for a description of the. Usne apni panty samet apni choot ko mere mooh par tika dia usse paseene ki mehak aarhi thi aur shayad vo halki se geeli bhi thi mene apna mooh khola aur panty ke upar se hi chaatne laga usne uthne ki koshish ki mene haath tika kar usko roka ab mei uski choot ko chaat rha tha har stroke ke sath vo machal uthti mei aur kabhi poore mooh se uski choot ko kaat.Ta kabhi poori bhar leta apne mooh mei.Phir vo lady uthi uska mooh bhi thakk chuka tha par ab vo poora sab kuch karne ke mood mei thi mera. Slowly toward the sound of unsuspecting mortals who would soon know terror.“What say you Den, how much will this one bitch fetch the boss? A hundred gold pieces?”An older man looked to his companion for a moment then gazed upon the woman riding in the cage behind him. “This one? Hm… if the bitch is pure then she might sell for at least two hundred.” She is a rare one ain’t she? Just look at the light golden skin and those ears, elf blood runs in her veins no doubt. Aye a fine price she’ll fetch.